Camille was particularly glad to see Pandora walk into the common room, someone who she wasn’t exactly friends with, but to whom she felt drawn to, with the certainty that they could be friends, or at least that she’d like to know her better. She lost no time and, in an effort to be a good host — not exactly her expertise, by any means  — she leapt over to welcome her. “Pandora, hi!” She smiled, wide and warm. “Glad you could come! Is there something you want to drink, or eat? I know it’s not exactly food, but I do recommend the gummy worms. There’s both the sweet and sour ones.”

He found her standing alone near the drinks- it was interesting. Most girls who stood on their own exuded a regret of such a fact. This girl stood there matter-of-factly, as if she knew that someone was going to approach her. Well that someone was here. He sidled up to her, pouring a glass of the punch. 

“Punch?” He extended a glass to her. “You look positively radiant, though I might be biased because we match.” James gestured to their respective hues of gold. “Though you pull it off better.” He added with a wink.

when i'm down on my knees, you're how i pray

can't take my eyes off of u u'd be like heaven to touch