You walked down the school corridors, after a particularly interesting Science lesson (watching the teacher sprint across the room to extinguish Matthew's flaming hair was a sight to behold). You were about to collect your things and leave when you heard a familiar cry...

"Oi! _!"
Arthur ran up to you, his big brother behind him. God, his name escaped you. The boy had darker hair than Arthur, paler skin than Arthur, but both looked equally angry.
"Yeah, Iggy?"
"Tell him he's lying!" Iggy yelled, pointing at his brother
"I'm not lying!"
"Oh come on! You lied about Gelert, you lied about me trying to steal your bedroom, and you're lying about this!"
"What did he say?" you asked calmly.
"Llywelyn said-"
"I'm not lying!"
"Will you shut up? I'm trying to talk to _!"
Llywelyn- oh, yes. The head of the choir, and holder of the 'most fights in one day' record. Ludwig had been close, but Llywelyn would only stop singing to beat the life out of you then resume singing. He had begun looking worried...
"Llywelyn said," Arthur scowled. "That you were going to the Autumn Dance with him."
"Wha-?"
Just then, Llywelyn gave you the biggest, saddest puppy eyes you'd ever seen. He stared at you so pleadingly, so desperately that something in your heart went 'aww' then broke. He mouthed 'please' then put his hands together, as if begging.
To tell the truth, after he'd fixed his ghost problem, Llywelyn wasn't too bad. He was playful, he was a nature boy, and his voice was wonderful. But, of course, he was known for starting fights, stealing and, of course, lying.
But those big, pleading eyes...
"See?" Arthur laughed triumphantly. "I told you that-"
"Actually, Arthur," you said, getting between them and holding Llywelyn's arm. "I am going to the Autumn Dance with Llywelyn."
Llywelyn's eyes lit up and Arthur's jaw dropped.
"What the- how can- that doesn't- that doesn't even make any sense!He was lying! I swear it!"
"Turns out you owe someone an apology~" you cooed, hugging Llywelyn close. Llywelyn grinned smugly at his brother, but was still blushing fiercely. He had been lying at the time, and you knew that- he hadn't asked you anything apart from 'do you think Matthew's gay' in the past week, but you just wanted to see that look on Arthur's face.
Arthur spouted some nonsense then ran off, all in a fluster, looking angrier than a sock full of a hornet's drunk girlfriends who'd just found out about each other.
"Thanks a bunch, _." Llywelyn grinned. "D'you see the look on his face! Like a storm cloud, he was!"
You laughed with him. He had a singing, child's laugh. Better than that creepy chuckle he used to use- back when he had 'the ghosts'.
"So..." he shuffled his feet. "You actually are going to the dance with me?"
You looked at him and giggled. The puppy eyes were back~
"Of course, Llyw," you said, ruffling his hair. "I wouldn't lie to you, you adorable bastard."
"I'll pick you up at eight," he said as you began to leave. "Oh, and, _?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you like the taste of leeks and lamb?"
You paused. What kind of question was that?
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I also told Arthur I'd kiss you, and we don't want him to think I'm a liar now, do we?"
With a wink, he hopped onto his horse-sized-sheep and rode away into the distance.
He returned to fetch his shirt.
He had not been wearing it the entire time.
"See ya at eight."