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“And like I was saying…”
Pandora trailed off because oh gods she had just seen the prettiest person ever.
Almost shoulder length platinum blond hair, mismatched eyes, pale skin. Who knows if they were a guy or a girl or what. Either way they were gorgeous.
“What were you saying?” Dorcas asked.
“I…forgot.” Pandora swallowed.
“How do you just forget- oh I see.” Dorcas smirked. “Who are we looking at, Dora?”
“The table in the corner, next to Sybil.”
“The one in the skirt?”
“Yeah…”
“Yep, that looks like your type.” Dorcas said.
“What's my type?”
Dorcas rolled her eyes. “Anyone that looks like some fairytale creature.”
“That doesn't make sense-”
“Panda, the last time you pointed out someone hot in public it was that girl with pink eyes.”
“That doesn't prove anything.”
Dorcas looked unimpressed. “You once said fangs were hot.”
“They are!” Pandora protested.
“Go talk to them.” Dorcas said.
Pandora shook her head.
Now, Pandora Rosier was far from shy, she loved talking to people, it's just that talking was hard sometimes. What would she even say? Hey, I saw you from across the library and you look absolutely ethereal, what are you anyway? Not happening.
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“Who is that?”
“Who's who?” Sybil asked, turning back to Xeno.
Xeno nodded towards her.
He must have died because surely this girl was a goddess or something. The lights were flashing in so many colors and she seemed to embody them all, every red and green and blue and yellow and pink and purple. She sparkled, whether it was from body glitter or his own delusion, he didn't know.
“Pandora Rosier,” Sybil said. “She's in my divination class.”
“She's gorgeous.”
“Then talk to her.” Sybil said.
“I will.”
And he would. He would talk to her. Just not now. He needed to plan this, to see what she liked to talk about. He needed a plan.
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Xeno was not stalking. He was just…listening to her talk to her brother. Nothing creepy, just curious, just wondering, because by Merlin he was desperate to know everything about Pandora Rosier.
“What are you doing tonight?” Evan asked
“I figured I'd hang out in the dorm, maybe sew or something.” Pandora answered. Her voice, gods her voice was so beautiful, all soft and dreamy and far away. Xeno could listen to her for hours.
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“I found out his name.”
Pandora looked up. “Hm?”
“It's Xenophillius,” Barty said, “Surname, Lovegood.”
“Huh?”
Barty rolled his eyes. “The one you've been obsessing over for a week? Genderfluid, by the way. Ravenclaw. Only child.”
“How do you know this?’
“I have friends. Now go ask them out.”
“I-”
“No excuses, Dora.”
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“Hi.”
Xenophillius looks up and Pandora forgets how to breathe. “Uh…hi. Xenophillius, right?”
A small smile. “Xeno, actually. It's easier. And you're Rosier, Pandora?”
“Yes. Do you mind me asking what to call you…?”
A small head tilt. “Pronouns? You mean?”
“Yeah. Those.”
“She for now. It's a she day.”
“Okay…that's okay. I'm sorry I'm bad at this.” Pandora said and oh no she's babbling nonsense and she thinks she's crazy and no no no this is bad.
“You're really pretty.”
“I- wow…thanks. You're really pretty too.”
They hold eye contact for a minute before bursting into giggles. “Gods, we're both socially inept.” Pandora gasped.
“Very,” Xeno agreed.
“So…would you like to…I don't know, do something?” Pandora asked.
She tilts her head. “Like what?”
“We could go for a walk? Unless you don't like walking, I know some people don't do really its up to y-”
“A walk sounds amazing, daisy-flower.”
“Daisy-flower?”
“I think it suits you.”
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“I like stars.”
“Me too,” Xeno said. “They're nice.”
“There's the big dipper, and the little one, and if you look close enough you can see mars. And I don't know what that little speck is but I think it might be a new planet, maybe one with life, who knows.”
Xeno doesn't tell her to stop so she keeps going. “Y'know, logically there has to be life somewhere out there. Maybe they look just like us. What if they are us? And it's like some alternate reality thing-oh hello.”
Xeno smiles from above her, their faces just inches apart, Xeno’s arms on either side of her head. “Hi.”
“What are you doing up there?”
“Being a star.” She said.
“You’d make a good star.” Pandora responds. It's the type of thing other people hear and think what the hell does that even mean but Xeno seems to understand it and that's all that really matters right now.
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All Xeno can think is, gods she looks so pretty underneath me, she always looks pretty.
So she does what any logical person does when there's someone pretty right there.
She kisses her.
She leans down and presses her lips to Pandora's and its fucking bliss. It's all warm and fuzzy and just so damn perfect and Xeno is screaming internally because oh my god they're kissing.
Pandora's hands are clutching the front of her shirt and her lips are trailing a path down her neck, leaving sticky little marks from that damn strawberry lip gloss she's wearing.
“Panda, daisy-flower, love, you're killing me.” Xeno managed. “I've died and this is heaven.”
“Then I'm dead as well?” Pandora asked, pulling back and staring at her.
“No. Not dead, just an angel.”
“Angels are covered in eyes and have wings.”
“How do I know you don't?” Xeno demanded playfully, tugging at her hair a little. “You could be hiding them.”
Pandora smiled. “And how do I know you're not a vampire or something?”
“You don't.”
“Exactly. Kiss me again?”
“You're awfully demanding.”
“Please.”
They kissed again and it was somehow better than the first time.
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“Daisy-flower.”
A little nip at her collarbone.
“Star.”
A peck on the cheek.
“Lovely.”
A kiss on her forehead.
“You’ve made a lot of nicknames in the last hour.”
“You deserve a lot of nicknames, gorgeous.”
“We're doing this again, right?”
“Of course.” Xeno said, pulling back and studying her carefully.
“When?”
“Whenever you want.”
“What if you're busy?”
“I'll never be too busy for you, love.”