After finishing his lunch, James went upstairs to his room, and stretched out on his bed. Prom eh? he thought to himself, well this provides a predicament, given I know practically nobody in this house. He grimaced slightly at the thought.
I could help The Nightwatcher offered, I'm great at cultivating relationships.
Alright, he thought back, I'm game
The Nightwatcher started humming in his head, as she got thinking- a minute later, James recognized the tune. "Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Find me a find, catch me a catch" James, sighed. This was going to be an ordeal if ever there was one.