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Cameron could feel his patience wearing thin as the boy fumbled around with different roses, fingers twitching in irritation. "Having a prefect's badge won't stop me from hexing you if you don't hurry this up," he hissed, hoping the threat would cover up the nervous glances he kept sending the...

All this rose stuff was making Cameron paranoid. Though he'd managed to survive a few classes with Isadora without major incident, so maybe he could still make it through the rest of the day without incident and just go hide in the common room until it all blew over. His train of thought was...

Cameron's anxiety had been ratcheting up further and further as the day wore on. Somehow he'd already amassed three roses and none of them were the one he was dreading from Isadora. Maybe she hadn't sent him one either and he'd spent all day worrying for nothing. Maybe he wasn't the one making...

Cameron was starting to sweat. He hadn't sent Isadora a rose. He'd made it all weird and now he hadn't sent her a rose. What if she'd sent him one? What if she'd sent him a pink one? He was doing his best not to stare too obviously at the Gryffindor table, nearly jumping out of his skin when...

Cameron stared back at Isadora, opening and closing his mouth a few times (part of him feeling like he could still feel her lips pressed against his own). "I-what," He finally spluttered. "Who just grabbed who??" This at least, was familiar territory. Kissing Isadora was as scary and...

“Yeah well I figure anything is better than that thing’s ugly mug-“ Cameron drawled, cutting off with a confused frown when he was sure he saw the gargoyle’s foot twitch. “Did you just-“ He managed to get out, falling silent when the gargoyle’s head suddenly snapped towards him, a cold shot of...

He'd missed her mouth. Had he been aiming for her mouth? Maybe he'd missed her cheek? Was that worse? Should he be saying something? Or laughing? No, no way would laughing in this situation make anything better, Cameron thought hurriedly until all thoughts came to a screeching halt as Isadora...

Cameron wasn't sure how long he could spend hanging in this moment before he ruined something. He had seconds, less than that even to call it off and still play it off as a joke. Or to swoop in and press a messy kiss to Isadora's cheek like he'd been meaning to. But the thought of kissing her...

Cameron nearly choked as he finished processing what they were both looking at, looking over at Isadora and quickly looking back at the mistletoe as he managed to catch her eye. He should play it off as a joke, he told himself firmly. It would be weird but pretty funny to swoop in and kiss her...

The temptation to skip the Ball tonight had been a strong one. Cameron was still pretty sore after his encounter with Yuelia and he was pretty sure Rosie wouldn't hold it against him if he skipped out on getting photos tonight. But there was no getting around it that tonight would be the last...

Cameron was aware it was anti-social, but if given the choice between trying to socializing with his peers or going to lurk in the Dungeons under the guise of 'patrols', he'd always take the out if he could. He'd never actively disliked the school as a whole, but there was no doubt he'd be...

Cameron tried not to grimace at the uncomfortable way Demetrius trailed off, staring intently down at where he'd been drawing shapes on the table with a finger. He didn't know how things had ended between him and Veronique but after Cameron had broken up with her he'd rather pointedly ignored...

Living for Morrie's sour grapes in this thread but this sentence especially had me laughing

Cameron couldn't help the exaggerated sigh of relief when Margo explained what was actually going on, rolling his eyes at Isadora's response to his admittedly ill timed joke before focusing back on Margo. It was easy to forget Isadora was also one of aforementioned pureblood freaks. She seemed...

Cameron was doing his usual level best to spend the entire Halloween Feast lurking, using his camera to fend off any accusations about missing costumes. Not everyone enjoyed dressing up to embarrass themselves in front of the whole school. He'd been making a beeline for Margo, thinking she...

Cameron groaned again when he heard the sound of Michael Watson's voice, resisting the urge to try to swat the other boy away from him (something that was mostly assisted by the distinct impression that if he removed either hand from their positions either propping him up or holding his head...

"I know the feeling, good luck with all that," Cameron said absently, running a finger through some of the condensation on the table from a nearby water jug. He hadn't exactly been thrilled to get his own prefect badge but he'd mostly gotten used to it. At least Hufflepuff seemed like an easier...