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━Stella Rosier swore that she had just made the hardest decision in her mind. To get ready for the day or to stay in bed with James Potter attached on her like a Koala. She wanted to give in and choose the latter, but she had so much to do that day, considering that it's Hallowe'en and a Monday.
Here she was, sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing her favorite pair of her black mary janes, struggling to do the strap as she did so.
"Curse this bloody stra— oh!" Stella felt James' arms around her, his head on her neck as he helped her with the strap.
Their faces were only an inch apart and all Stella could do was... well — she kindof... stared at his lips.
Snap out of it, bloody moron! Stella cursed herself. Bloody hell, something is definitely wrong with her today. She quickly and flusteredly backed away from James' touch. "Thanks."
