Perfect Match | Jily
It was with a flair that he’d slid on his mask before rounding the corner to the Great Hall- the only ones privy to the fact that he was the one hiding behind the deer facade were his fellow marauders. He considered himself clever, sneaky even, and the smirk on his lips was semi-permanent with the knowledge that no one knew his secret. Flirting suited with James Potter, but flirting with danger was his specialty.
The hall was packed, an array of colors and outfits assaulting his eyes- some people had gone for legitimate costumes, but he was thankful that most of the other people around him had opted for a less themed look. There was a courage he felt, knowing his Marauders were by his side, but Dumbledore grabbing his hand and leading him out into the dance floor saw his heartbeat race with a sudden anxiety. Who was his most compatible match going to be? He scanned the room, noting several girls in eye catching gowns and men in suits that caught his attention in an unsettling way; was it going to be any of them?
James was so consumed with looking at the people around him that he missed seeing the arrival of his match until she was right in front of him. Somewhere, deepinside of him, James was melancholy that it was a girl across from him... But that was surely the only complaint he could muster about his match. He felt his mouth go dry as he appraised her, his eyes feasting on the vibrancy of her dress and the glittering beauty of her mask, behind which he could see two lovely eyes. He immediately understood through her presentation why Dumbledore could see them as a perfect match.
He ignored the brighter-than-usual twinkle in the Headmaster’s eyes as he felt her warm hand in his own. It was delicate and smooth, a direct contrast to his large callousy hands. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He smiled earnestly, ignoring the tightness in his stomach. “I feel the need to formally apologize for any idiocy that might leave my mouth in the next few hours.”
