Matthias' face stretched into a pleasant grin when she finally told him her name (but not without getting a little flustered at his obvious compliments). Cassandra clung her notebook tightly to her chest as she looked at him, similar to how a love-stricken schoolgirl would've stared at the boy she's been crushing on for years. The pinkish hue on her face betrayed the fact that Matthias was starting to get to her. Not that he was looking to pick up a random girl at the museum... But given the fact that Cassandra was quite the package deal (a living combination of both looks and intelligence), Matthias figured he would at least try to see where things might go.
Taking her hand, Matthias suddenly felt an almost electric sensation rush into his body. It was a common reaction to physical contact which he had felt thousands of times in the past, but never before had he felt it to this degree. It was powerful, almost cripplingly so. But it wasn't enough to force Matthias onto his knees, or even injure him. It was strange, but the meaning behind such a reaction could only mean one thing.
No way... he thought, feeling the tingling vibrations of powerful, yet previously untapped, magic flowing through his right arm.
She's smart, attractive, and a Witch? Dude, just propose and be done with it before some Dracnoa* picks her up.
Gently letting go of her hand when he noticed the startled expression on her face (most likely caused by the dumbfounded look present on his own), Matthias quickly broke the silence to try and move past the obviously uncomfortable moment.
"Cassandra... That's a beautiful name. Maybe when we get to know each other more, I can start calling you by a nickname. Something adorable and catchy, probably. You can call me 'Matty' right off the bat if you want. Most people I know do that." explained the young wizard, staring deep into her eyes while flashing her his charming smile once again. Finishing off the last of his hotdog, Matthias gulped down the delicious meal and licked his lips clean. Then, he addressed Cassandra again.
"Hey, I've got an idea. Want to go through the museum with me? I came alone, unfortunately, and you seem like the only person who didn't call me 'pretentious' for trying to start a conversation based around the displays. Plus, you seem kind of lonesome. If there was ever a time for me to act like a gentleman, I think it would be now."
Then, in a rather suave motion, Matthias extended his arm to her so she would interlock her arm with his own, similar to how a man would've walked down the isle with his bride.
"Well, Miss Cassandra... Might I escort you through these exquisite exhibits?" he asked, somehow managing to pull off a perfect imitation of a British accent (primarily from the area around London), despite being from a small town in the middle of Massachusetts.
*Dracnoa are the 'Slytherin' house of the Ambrosias Academy. Matthias was a member of the Algrey (house), which acts as the academy's 'Gryffindor'. The two houses have a friendly rivalry and neither are considered good or bad, since the school doesn't want to promote the sense that if you're sorted into Dracnoa, you're going to turn into a wizard serial killer or anything like that.*