The simple joys of makeup—a quick brush up here, a simple line there, maybe a little blush—all of it was magnificent when someone wanted it to be. James was no stranger to makeup, especially eyeliner, considering his best friend usually wore it to parties or when they were in Muggle pubs. So having you straddle him, with his hands on your waist, playing with the fabric of your shirt, definitely wasn't the most uncommon thing that happened in his dorm. However, the golden eyeliner pencil in your hand was something new, especially a few minutes before the party in the common room.

"It won't suit me, love," he said, keeping his eyes trained on you as you prepared to start on his second eyelid.

"It will," you reassured, your hand pulling away from his face to pause for a moment. "Trust the process, James."

It wasn't at all a bad look on James—glittery, golden suns on each eyelid, just the arc of one. It looked a little different, especially once he'd put on his glasses again, but it was something new and fun to do.

"I'm trusting you," he corrected, those hazel eyes of his softening.