|| Great Hall || Interacting ||
James sparkled with contentment, overjoyed to be reunited with his friend, yet he never let his lovesick expression fade from sight. He declined the cupcake with the wave of his hand, before pulling his glasses from his robe and putting them on. Now he could finally make out Malina's features. He could make out her dark hair, and her fascinating hazel eyes. James seemed to bounce with happiness when his vision was cleared.
"My summer? Hmm..." The Potter let his stare fall to the table in a contemplated, stagey manner. What did he do this summer, that was a good question. He then he looked back up at her with a wrinkled nose. "Rather dull, if you should ask me, except for that thing with the donkey," he stated, chuckling, and as if it were obvious what had happened, "that was spectacular." James trailed off, going no further into the topic. He found that he liked watching her emotions change behind her eyes, how he could light her up in a matter of seconds with a simple joke. It put him in a state of reverie. "Now tell me, how was your summer, my dear Ms. Anderson?" The Potter glanced at her food. He was too excited to be hungry, he feared he might be sick if he even attempted to eat anything, regardless any sweets.