PUNCH BOWL
James was riding high on the feeling of having Lily holding onto his arm, knowing that she wanted to be there, with him. Ever since his unexpected word vomit among which had been his professed love for her, he thought that this was surely a dream. While she didn't outright affirm anything that she may have felt toward him, the point was that she had said yes to a date, to go to one of the most romantic holiday balls, even. He was a grinning fool from the minute he met her in the common room until reaching the Entryway of the Great Hall.
As they'd passed through the doors into the dance, which was just getting started, he looked around at her query and spotted the punch table. "D'you feel like a drink?" James asked, feeling ever the gentleman and wanting to get her whatever she would ask for.