Sober me is far faster than drunk me, but slightly less creative, so I hope you still like this chapter regardless. It was supposed to be shorter, but I couldn't help but keep on writing.

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James Potter smirked at Luna's reaction to him standing behind her on the Ravenclaw table with a big box in his arms. He was trying to hold back his laughter at the way some of the girls (some that had already asked him out before) were looking at Luna with jealousy and envy, when he knew that Luna only had eyes for Regulus Black (whom he knew also only had eyes for her and had dismissed some of the same girls not too long before).

"What the fuck is that big box?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Your dress, of course," he said. "I've been tasked to give it to your hands this Saturday. It's for the Malfoy wedding."

"Why you?" she asked.

"Because, legally, now you're my family's magical ward, therefore you're the closest thing to a sister I got. And my mum gave it to me because she was sending chocolate and dulce de leche cupcakes over as well," he said.

Her mouth went agape.

"Are you serious?"

"No. He's –" he started, but cut himself off, glancing over his shoulder before looking back at her. "Listen, it's heavy. Please, take it out of my hands."

Quickly, she took the box and grunted at the surprising weight.

Marta leaned over Morris, one hand on his thigh (he didn't complain of her pushing all her weight on him to lean over) and one at the table, anchoring herself to look at the pastel pink box with black ribbons securing it closed. She sniffed, raising her eyebrows at the deep maroon coloured circle with a complicated design inside.

"That's the Potters' crest," James added, pointing at the drawing at the top of the box when he noticed Marta looking. "But it is yours, Luna. If you don't like it, just write to mum and she'll send another."

"I'm sure this one will be fine. She has my measurements," she dismissed.

He shrugged. "Alright," he said.

James started to turn around and stopped, looking at Luna again as if he had remembered something very important.

"Do you want some of the cupcakes?" he asked.

She blinked, looking away from him and to Pandora, who was staring at James before turning to Luna. Pandora quickly looked away.

"Yes, a dulce de leche one, please," she requested.

Pandora discreet smile made Luna smile to herself as James nodded and promised to bring it over.

Rosalie watched James leaving. "The Potters accepted to take you in? Aren't you living with your mother anymore? What about your dad?" she asked once he was away enough to not hear the conversation.

"Oh, I'm still living with my mum and brother," Luna said, shaking her head. "Lady Potter is just chaperone, really, since my mum has to work so much, and men are not expected to be chaperones."

Marta shook her head.

"There's more to it than that," Marta said. As a pureblood, she would know. "He said that you're legally their ward now. You're Lady Potter's charge."

Luna frowned, about to ask questions, but Pandora was quicker.

"She's trying to say that your parents were recognised as improperly prepared to present to the magical world. It usually only happens to muggleborns; if they are very talented and in an especial program in school or are in exchange program they are expected to find a pureblood family to take them in and teach them the wizarding ways – culture, protocols, family magic even if they are well liked by the family. The pureblood family becomes liable for any magical misconduct or crime that the ward commits while underage," Pandora said, monotone as if she was reading. "Which means that the Potters adopted you magically speaking. You're still your parents' daughter, but to the wizarding world, you're now the closest thing to pureblood without actually being a pureblood. It's completely symbolical. Rather silly, isn't it?"

Rosalie frowned. "So, Luna's now a Potter?" she asked.

"No." Pandora sipped her tea.

Marta, realising that Pandora no longer intended on speaking, cleared her throat and stole a bit of Morris' apple slices before speaking.

"Luna's a Lupin until the day she dies, but now she has the protection a pureblood would have," she explained. "And, if necessary, the family magic that the Potters can offer. Every pureblood family has their own grimoire, full of familial spells and curses and such."

"But I don't have to live with them?" Luna asked, confused.

"No." Pandora bit into her toast.

"That's bloody confusing," Amanda complained.

Marta sighed.

"Think of it as if you were – I don't know – a painter, or something," Marta said, narrowing her eyes while deep in thought. "They are your sponsors."

"Yes, my dad used that word before," Luna said, nodding.

Marta's eyes went to the box again.

"That makes sense. Not all Magical Guardians pay for their ward's things, but they are, so they are your Guardians and your sponsors," Marta said with a nod. "In general, they are meant to present you not only the protocols and rules. They need to make you become your own witch. They are meant to prepare you, and then introduce you to people. In the olden days, they would only stop being your Guardians when you got married, understand where I'm driving at?"

"So they're meant to do things like presenting me to people that would help me find jobs nowadays?" Luna asked, focused. Marta made a little hum with a nod. "Or help me find a husband?" Marta nodded again. "I see... I understand now, thanks."

James Potter came back, bringing not only one cupcake but a plate full of them. He smiled at Luna as he put it on the table in front of her.

"Thanks," she said, looking at him over her shoulder.

"So you can share with your friends," he said. He smiled at the girls and Morris. "Have a good Saturday!"

And as quickly as he came, he walked away, calling for the Gryffindor Quidditch team to come along for practice.

Pandora turned to look at Luna, making her smile.

"Go on, get yours," Luna said.

Pandora smiled, taking the cupcake.

"Thank you!" Pandora squeaked, already pulling the paper down so she could bite into it.

It was only after the cupcakes were eaten that the girls decided to go up to the dormitories and, happily, Morris followed along after they convinced Pandora that it wouldn't be against all the rules and against Xenophilius' honour (and hers) if he was there with their consent and without bad intentions, especially if the door was kept open.

Luna put the heavy box on her bed and turned to the girls, all watching in interest. Morris was sitting on Marta's bed, not all that interested in the dress inside, but rather happy to be a part of the group. So, when Luna opened the box, he leaned forward.

"Alright, there's a lot inside," Luna said.

Pandora walked closer.

"It's because of the crinoline." Pandora said, pulling part of the contents out.

The crinoline was a stiff structured skirt that would have an underskirt over to cover. It was made so girls wouldn't have to wear so many petticoats to have fluffiness on their dresses – that one, specifically was made from horsehair and linen.

"Now the dress! Now the dress!" Amanda said, excited.

Luna smiled, pulling the dress out and gasping at it.

"It's stunning!" Marta said.

"It's green," Morris added, though nobody was sure it was a compliment or a complaint.

"It's so elegant," Amanda said, walking closer to touch the fabric. "It's satin!"

"Not, it is not. It's silk," Luna said, recognising the feeling under her palm. She smiled to herself. "Lady Potter understands of fabrics. She must have chosen it."

Rosalie made a noise as she threw herself down on her own bed.

"Oh, I wish I was adopted by the Potters, too!" she grumbled. "It's so luxurious. That got to a blast! That is beautiful, Luna."

Luna smiled at Pandora, turning to her friend.

"You'll have to teach me how to sit with this, though," he joked.

Pandora giggled to herself.

The Gupta brooch colour changing spell worked wonderfully. It was discreet and beautifully placed in the left corner of her dress, just slightly lighter coloured than the dress itself; it hid her scars well. This dress had less of a cleavage, but showed more of her shoulders, which means just a slight part of her scar, right under her clavicle and a centimetre more was showing, but the brooch did its job. Besides, it also worked to make her facial skin look smooth.

Luna had asked the girls to leave (besides Pandora) so they could get dressed, and they did a good job. With Pandora refusing to let Luna tie her corset too tightly, it left Luna to do nothing more than tie her petticoats and fix the lace of her shift over the edges of the corset. Then, Pandora tied Luna's corset too tight and had to unlace it all to make it satisfactory to herself, even though Luna said that it was fine (apparently, it wasn't fine, and it was 'wrong', and if Pandora something was something then nothing in the world could convince her otherwise).

"You look beautiful, Panda," Luna said, watching Pandora fix her dress with a grimace for the third time. "Like a princess. Or a fairy. Or a fairy princess!"

"Fairies don't have a monarchy," Pandora dismissed.

Luna smiled. "Of course."

Pandora looked at her through the mirror before looking away.

"But thank you," she added.

Luna's smile was even more sincere as she nodded.

Pandora's blonde hair was straight and down, as it usually was since she refused to do a hairstyle, but still she looked like the paragon of grace that the purebloods wished to achieve. She was slender and pale, colour only gathering at her cheeks for her annoyed huffing and puffing, and the dress was a delicate blush pink that matched her cheeks perfectly. The neckline was more modest, going slightly over the shoulders instead of leaving it naked, adorned with white ruffles. Her sleeves were short and puffed, and the fabric there was thinner, lighter and slightly transparent, mixed alongside the white ruffled of the neckline. There was a narrow trim of lace along the bodice to make the ruffles look more put together, creating continuity. The skirt was opulence in itself – voluminous and grand, not very Pandora-like, but she had said that Xenophilius though the way it billowed out from waist, supported by a thicker crinoline made her looker taller (perhaps as tall as him, she had added, excited), and the pleats were positioned to enhance the fullness. In the lower part of the skit, there were more of the white ruffles.

It was the back of the dress that made the dress completely Pandora. There was a big sash tied into a big, generous bow. The long tails of the bow were lying against the back of her skirt. Her mother had told her cut a part of it, but Pandora refused, so the tails were just a few fingers shorter than the skirt itself.

"I'm going," Pandora said. "My mother is already here."

"Alright, I'll see you soon," Luna said.

"May I tell the girls that they can come up already?" she asked.

Luna nodded and Pandora smiled before walking out.

She was in a hurry to see Xenophilius, but that meant seeing her mother, which Pandora wasn't all that excited about, Luna knew that, so she didn't take her friend's uncharacteristic coldness to heart. While Pandora loved her brother and her dad, the expectations of her mother were heavier than anybody else's, which strained their relationship quite a bit when Pandora was younger.

Slowly, Luna walked forward, fixing the braids in the back of her head, brought together and tied in a difficult knot that occupied the whole back of her head. It was one of the most difficult hairstyles she had done on her own, but it was amazingly beautiful.

Amanda was the one to open the door first, gasping as soon as she saw Luna.

"Oh, good God, Luna! How the fuck do you look so good?" she said.

Luna smiled at her.

"It's the make-up," she appeased.

Marta shoved her way through when Amanda was still frozen at the doorway and glared at Amanda for that.

"It's not the make-up, it's the confidence. I mean, I might be a pureblood and all that, but I'm not that posh. I don't wear that shit," Marta said.

"But that shit looks amazing," Rosalie said. "Though the cleavage should be bigger. I'm sure your tits would look great."

"Not at a wedding where her boyfriend's parents will be at," Marta said, giving Rosalie a dirty look. Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Are you ready, Luna? James Potter is outside the tower, waiting to walk with you to Dumbledore's office."

"That's sweet of him," Luna said, awkwardly shifting.

"...And your brother, too," Marta added, hesitatingly.

Luna froze for a second before taking a deep breath.

"My brother, too?" she asked.

"I suppose they wanted to talk to you," Rosalie said with a shrug. "You should put a bit more of shine on your lips. Your make-up's very light."

It was true, Luna had decided some shining gloss and mascara. Pandora had asked if she wanted her to pinch her cheeks for her, but Luna didn't like the idea of pain or blush; she accepted her paleness (because no matter the amount of sun she would take in, she would not tan at all, unfortunately).

She accepted Rosalie's gloss, smiled at her and said her goodbyes to the girls, walking down the stairs. She did her best to ignore the looks some of the students would give her as she walked by, but she didn't blame them – her dress was big enough amongst the students' uniforms and relaxed casual clothing. Luna slipped out of the tower as soon as she could manage, allowing the passage to close behind her.

James Potter was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest and a face decorated with a grimace. Remus was standing near the open window, cigarette hanging on his lips that moved as he spoke.

"... certainly dangerous," Remus was speaking.

"My mother will be there, Remus. Nothing is going to happen to your sister or to anyone present. Don't be so negative all the time, please, it's starting to concern me, mate," James said rolling his eyes.

"I'll be fine," Luna said with exasperation.

Both James and Remus turned to the side, seeing her standing there, fixing her skirt and smoothing it down.

Disconcerted by her sudden appearance, James cleared his throat and forced one of his smiles at her, but Remus was a far inferior actor and took several seconds to blow out the smoke, shove the cigarette against the stone wall before throwing it out of the window, not speaking a single word.

"Are you going to walk me to Dumbledore's office, or should I go alone already? Because I don't want to be late," she said, noticing Remus lingering by the window after the cigarette was out. "Regulus went this afternoon to help with everything. Evan and Pandora left just a few minutes ago."

"Maa said that she'll take you through Floo so you can go in with Regulus. He's waiting for you inside the Manor," James answered. "Let's go?"

James and Luna started walking first, letting Remus take another second to decide what to do and how to approach his decision. He followed, catching up with them quickly, face frowned in concern.

"Luna, are you sure that going there is a good idea?" Remus asked. "The whole family will be there. Doesn't it sound like a trap to you?"

"It sounds like a wedding," Luna said, frowning right back at her brother. "You think everyone in that family is out to get me, Remus, but the truth is that most of them don't care. Lady and Lord Black know about me for a while now and, outside that day that they met with Mum and Daddy, they didn't contact me at all. My relationship is with their son, and they know that."

"Don't be naïve, Luna. We both know that they are 'not caring' because they don't want to think about it. They hate it!" Remus said.

"Yes, they do. But they don't need to hate me to hate the relationship," she said, turning to Remus with a glare, still going down the stairs. "I like Regulus. I like spending time with him. I genuinely like him and he likes me. Why do you want to ruin it?"

That seemed to take Remus back.

"I don't!" he exclaimed.

"Look at what you're doing!" she said. "I'll be perfectly safe and chaperones the whole night. How come are you so 'scared for me' when I'm clearly going to be well?"

Remus hesitated as they walked on. Perhaps she was right, and that was his way of showing disapproval for the relationship instead of being actually worried for her. Perhaps he just hadn't noticed it before.

James helped Luna with the last few stairs, letting her go forward and standing behind her as the skirt swooped the last stair before falling in place around her. He stood beside her again, just as silently as he had been up to that point.

"Potter, do you think –"

"You should call me James," he said, turning to her while cutting her off. "I'd be fine with you calling me James."

"Alright," she said, eyebrow twitching at the weirdness of the situation. "James, do you think your mother will like the dress?"

"Yes. It's a nice dress. Very Western, though," he said.

"Well, I couldn't wear your mother's sarees, could I?" Luna said.

"I'm sure you would've loved wearing it," he dismissed, not seeing any problem with her using sarees. "Besides, with such a wedding, I'm certain there would not be a better dress than that. Green."

"You don't like green? It's Regulus' favourite colour," she said, glancing at James.

James shrugged.

"It's very... Slytherin of him, I suppose," he said. "But I don't mind green. I don't hate it, but I do think you look far better in red."

"How Gryffindor of you," she said with a laugh.

He smiled proudly.

"What can I say? I am what I am," he dismissed the joke, accepting the responsibility for his opinion.

Regulus took a deep breath in silence while guest flooded in the gardens of the Malfoy Manor, hoping that nobody would stop and talk to him just yet.

Thankfully, the sight of Pandora walking arm in arm with Xenophilius with Evan and his guest, Barty, right beside him (much to dismay of the Viscount and Viscountess) seemed to gather enough attention for people to leave him alone for the time being. That meant that Regulus stood in the corner of the beautifully built tent made from flowers with a glass of juice and trying to calm himself down.

His grandfather Arcturus was to come at any moment, and his grandfather Pollux was already there.

Pollux was the grandparent which he talked the less in his life. Now, any curiosity he had ever felt for the man that he saw only in family gatherings passed after he found out of the condition of his parents' marriage – the blackmail was the most acceptable part of it, it happened between adults (even if his father was only 19, he was old enough to know the weight of his decision); anyone as power-hungry as his family would be understanding of trying to find leverage in any situation, including a family scandal, but using his own daughter of thirteen was disgusting and unacceptable. It left his father to take on the duty of protecting the family as the Heir and going into a marriage he was disgusted by. Contrary to Sirius, his father couldn't run away, he was caught before. But, of course, he would be caught; he didn't have a younger brother to be the Heir, there was no Spair besides his second cousins, his older sister had already married a Prewett and pulled away.

Still, while Pollux was a menace, he was relatively harmless to someone outside of the family, especially because he was not a good at Legilemency, which meant that the information he managed to gather in his life had been mostly by conversation or gossip – both things that Luna was good at avoiding, therefore Pollux was harmless to Luna (for now, at least).

It was Arcturus that was the problem.

Even if it was a problem that was easily ignored as soon as Luna appeared at the entrance with Lady Potter right behind her, making Regulus freeze where he stood.

Luna looked stunning.

Her hair had just a few strands of it out of her braids, framing her face delicately in waves and making it look slimmer, her lips were shimmering lightly, and her eyes looked bigger. Her hair was braided, as it usually was, but in a far more complicated hairstyle, brought together in a big knot on the back of her neck.

The dress was made from luxurious silk in a pale green that shifted and shimmered in the candlelight and moonlight, turning it to sage and mint depending on her movement. The bodice was form-fitting, tight on the waist, but not much on the bust, which made sense since the off-the-shoulder neckline was adorned with delicate small ruffles, faming her décolletage and protecting her modesty. It was sophisticated enough to get the attention of many a woman nearby as she passed, fixing discreetly the short sleeve trimmed with the same ruffles of the neckline. But it was the skirt that was the marvel of the people watching. Composed by multiple layers of fabric cascading down in pleats and ruffled tiers of meticulous craftmanship, giving her a wonderful and dramatic silhouette that many tried to replicate, but looked like bells – she looked graceful. To make the skirts look more seamlessly blended with the dress, the same lace from the décolletage had been added at the end of the bodice.

Luna smiled at Pandora and Lady Rosier as they approached to talk to her.

Regulus cleared his throat to himself from where he stood.

"You are in trouble, boy," teased someone right beside him. Regulus was not surprised to see Alphard sipping his drink in his emerald-green formal wizarding robes. "Your sweetheart is now the biggest envy of the ballroom until the bride gets here."

"Narcissa –"

"Will certainly get more attention than your girl, don't worry. I just finished her portrait, and the dress is beautiful. It was my wedding gift to the couple; a portrait of them in their wedding clothes," dismissed Alphard, rolling his eyes.

"Did it take you long?"

"Three days," he admitted.

"Longer than your portraits usually take," Regulus said.

"I only requested them to pose on the first day and asked them to pose again today so I could see some details," Alphard dismissed. "But the colours were tricky this time around. We all know about the Malfoy hair, but nobody tells us how awful it is to get the right colour for the Black's eyes."

Regulus chuckled, looking away from his uncle and smiling gently when Luna found him looking. She smiled right back at him.

"Come," Regulus said, turning to his uncle again. "I want you to meet Luna."

Alphard smiled. "That'd be an honour."

Regulus felt a heavy sense of relief on his chest when he nodded at his uncle, almost thanking him out loud for wanting to meet someone as interesting as his girlfriend, but he knew that it was hardly a sacrifice for Alphard to meet someone that broke out of its expected place – he was often circled by exotic people, meeting the first half-blood to be warded by a pureblood family without any educational purpose in decades wouldn't be too different.

He led Alphard through the tent and stopped beside the group of women, who stopped talking once he approached.

"Good evening," he greeted.

"Mister Black, Heir Black," greeted Lady Rosier.

"Hello," Alphard said.

Euphemia as beautiful as always with her deep eyes, turned to the young man and smiled. She wore a blue blouse with elbow-length sleeves and a beautiful yellow saree, its pallu with a blue patterned design. She had bangles and bell-shaped earrings that Regulus had seen her wearing before (had he researched some, he would know and love jhumkas as much as Luna was starting to).

"Lady Potter, how do you do?" he greeted.

"I'm well, Regulus," she said, politely, but much more casual than Lady Rosier had done. "And you?"

"I feel wonderful," he said. "Luna, you look beautiful, as always."

Luna smiled at him, cheeks colouring some.

"What can I say? I am what I am. You don't look too bad yourself," she teased, with a casual shrug.

He chuckled, glancing at his amused looking uncle right beside him.

"I'd like to present you my uncle, Mister Alphard Black, he's my mother's brother and a wonderful painter," he introduced. "Uncle Alphard, this is my partner, Miss Luna Lupin, she's a Ravenclaw and one of the best students of our year."

Luna glanced at Euphemia, who gave her a slight and discreet nod. Luna gave a swift lowering of the head of respectful bow without folding her body in half as many did once a Black was introduced; she maintained her self-respect, not lowering herself too much.

Alphard smiled, even more interested and amused at that point.

"It's a pleasure, Mister Black," she said, politely.

Alphard reached, taking her hand and raised it close to his face before gently dropping it, letting her gather her hands in front of her body in a surprisingly shy reaction.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Lupin. How do you do?"

"I'm well, thank you. And you?" she asked, automatically.

"Much happier now that I have good enough company," he said, winking at her. "My nephew mentioned you're a Ravenclaw, then you are with Miss Rosier, isn't that right?"

Pandora nodded. "Luna is my best friend," she announced.

Lady Rosier glanced at her daughter before giving a little sight of exhaustion, but saying nothing else than an agreement. She didn't hate the girl, but she always thought that Pandora could do much better in friendships than Luna, but her daughter didn't seem interested in any other person besides the girl, so she had to accept it and look the other way.

"When I was in school, I was friends with most Ravenclaws of my year. We would all study together, and they were graceful in accepting being my models while I was still starting my career," Alphard told the girls. "I'm told that they are enthusiastic about art in the Common Room."

"That is true," Luna said with a nod. "I remember a young woman a couple of years older than us, seventh year, she's a wonderful pianist – we all gather to hear when she's playing."

"Oh, you mean Lisa?" Pandora asked. "She's nice."

"She is!" Luna said, turning to Pandora. "She's Australian and a talented musician."

Alphard made a little noise.

"Oh, you know who's a wonderful musician as well?" he said. Luna turned to him. "Our Regulus here," he announced, putting a hand on his nephew's shoulder. Regulus cringed inside, allowing his eyes to close for a second. "The piano, the harp, the violin, the flute! And if you give him any other instrument, giving him enough time, he'll learn to play it."

"Uncle, please –"

"It's the truth, there's no need to be ashamed of such impressive talent, Regulus!" Alphard said, squeezing his shoulder. "Us, creative folk, have to stick together."

Regulus blushed, looking at his feet.

"Mister Black did mention his love for the piano before, some harp, but I had no idea the violin and the flute were seen with such passions as well," Luna said, smiling at Regulus' clear embarrassment.

"Are you one of us, Miss Lupin?" Alphard asked.

"I fear not," she lamented. "An enthusiast, but I have no talent other than my academics to share."

"I do not believe such a thing," Alphard said with a shake of his head. "Even academic careers can be creative."

"I plan on following Alchemy, specialising in Potion-Making Alchemy, with the focus in Healing and Undoing Magical Ailments," Luna said.

Alphard smiled, taking in such a firm answer from one so young.

"Is the human body not a work of art?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Luna hesitated. "The brain, the heart, the lungs – they all work together really well, and single different stroke can make it all fall apart. How delicate life is. How delicate the artist creating it all has to be to make such a thing a living one. And you'll be the one fixing any mistakes, creating things out of your mind and heart to make the person see the beauties of the world. You are to be an artist as much I am, Miss Lupin, just a different kind."

"Well, if you say such things with such confidence, then I'll start believing myself to be an artist as well," she said, a surprisingly emotional smile coming to her lips.

Alphard gave a look to all women, thinking of what to say, when Pandora made a little noise; something like a squeak of rat when cornered.

Lady Rosier looked at her, eyes widening in despair when Pandora's mouth opened.

"Sometimes, I believe you are the one of us that will create the most, Luna," Pandora said, distracted by something none of them could see. "But not all things created are viable or good, so sometimes we have to lose them or give them up – you shall know what it feels like and be wiser than you wanted to be."

Regulus tensed up, looking at Pandora with a controlled expression while Luna's Occlumency shield fell, her eyes widening.

"What do you mean, Panda?" she whispered her question.

Pandora blinked, looking at her friends with some fear.

"I don't know," she admitted.

That was when Arcturus Black walked out of the Manor, stepping on the gardens with a smile directly at Walburga Black, who was watching the group from far away, looking as confused as Pandora.

Alphard held his breath and turned to Regulus, leaning into his ear and whispering:

"She is exactly what you need."

James Potter fluff, who saw it coming?! And Remus being terrified of the Black Family far more than Luna is in character in my mind and I don't know why.

By the way, Luna being almost adopted by the Potters is official. I hope you all liked that, because I though it was very funny.

Please, don't be mad at me for the cliff-hanger, I though it would be fun to leave it where we are before the next chapter.

The next chapter might take a bit longer because writing the Black Family is a mess and complicated to make them all look like humans, not monsters all the time. But I'll say that we'll have some interesting points next chapters which I'm excited about. However, the story is supposed to be very intimate in general, which means that there might be blocks of text that are not so fun to read, but very informative.

PS: Pandora's dress was based of Meg's pink dress in Little Women (2019)