[Neither does Herbert. He's fretting, now, over saying yes before he could research exactly what someone is supposed to do when kissing, and how to do it right. What if it's worse than disappointing and bland? What if it's actively awful? It probably will be actively awful, he's going to be so bad at this, and then he'll have no idea what a good kiss is like and possibly his best (and almost only) friend will laugh at him and-

And he's still heading out, casting a few charms to make sneaking easier, and making his way to the empty, dark classroom, and then slipping inside nervously. He really shouldn't feel this way. This is an experiment. It's science! He can do science.]