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[ezra]

Ez looked at himself in the mirror. He sighed, pulling his bowtie into the center of his shirt. He pushed his lips to one side, and he adjusted the rest of the shirts he wore, and he tugged at the top of his belt, trying to straighten it out. He slipped into his shoes, put his wand in his back pocket, and he also grabbed a hat, his hair wasn't working today. He slipped his hair into it, and he adjusted it to sit a bit farther back on his head then it was when he first got into it. He put his pin on, and slipped his sunglasses down the front of his shirt. He smiled at himself once more, for real this time, and he moved out of his dorm. He skipped the steps up from the basement, and he moved towards the Great Hall.

He pushed the doors, and he looked around the Hall. His face held a smile as he did, and he could see people he knew, and he acknowledged them with either high-fives, or fist pumps. Others got hugs or just smiles, but he was happy to greet anyone who came near him. He was in a good mood, and he was feeling like he should share his good mood with the world. He grabbed a bit of food as he made the rounds, and he tried to look around for someone to drag onto the dance floor. He was in the mood for dancing, he liked to dance, which seemed to shock some people.

He moved slowly through a crowd, and he didn't see anyone right off the bat. He moved away from the crowd, and he leaned again the wall. He brought his foot up to rest on the wall, and he brought his head to lean back as well. He didn't know what to do now, and he just waited. He rolled his wand around in his fingers a bit, and he smiled as the smooth wood rolled between his fingers. It almost reminded him of the rains of the horses he left back home, but he did his best not to think of them often, he would miss them and he knew there was a chance he'd never see them again.

He shook the thoughts away as someone, or something caught his fancy. He moved away from the wall, and gradually walked closer, a smile tugging at his lips as he did. The thing, it turned out that caught his fancy were cookies he hadn't seen before. He made his way towards them, and felt himself knock someone next to him. "Oh! I'm sorry." He said, turning to look at who he bumped.

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•• into a place where thoughts can bloom ••
•• into a room where it's nine in the afternoon ••

Marcie had been looking forward to the dance since the start of term. A Welcome Back dance! It was fun, and a good excuse to get to know everyone better without feeling awkward about spontaniously talking to random people in the school! Marcie had been so excited about this night that she had even failed to be annoyed at the owl her aunt Fleur had sent her containing a massive list of instructions for some no doubt gorgeous hairstyle and some suggestions for dresses, as well as a beautiful silver necklace with a (real or fake, she didn't know) sapphire teardrop on the end for Marcie to borrow. Aunt Fleur loved using Marcie as a doll, and distance wasn't about to stop her when there was a dance going on. Marcie had ignored the instructions but was wearing the necklace with her knee length silky blue dress. This dress was probably the only one she owned; Marcie in a dress was a rare sight. She hadn't done anything with her hair other than make sure it was washed and brushed before she headed out of the Hufflepuff basement to the dance.

Looking around, the fifth-year walked past some of her friends, hugging them and moving on, looking to see if she could find someone who looked like they'd make a good new friend for her, or maybe someone to dance with her. She doubted many boys would want to dance with her, and she was a terrible dancer anyway, but it'd still be fun to dance and make a fool of herself with her friends. A couple of other Hufflepuffs congratulated her on being made Quidditch captain as she spied the food, moving over. She was hungry, and there were all sorts of treats; cauldron cakes, pumpkin pasties, cookies with multicoloured chocolate chips... the cookies caught her eye. She'd had most of the other stuff before, but come on! Multicoloured chocolate chips! Who wouldn't want to try that?!

As she edged nearer to her prize, a guy who apparently also had his eye on the cookies bumped into her, neither of the two looking where they were going. He looked at her and she glowed red in embarrassment, smiling at the apology. "It's OK, I wasn't looking where I was going, either, so I guess it's no-one's fault," she shrugged. She was sure she'd seen the guy around the common room, so her was probably a Hufflepuff too. He looked a year or so older than her, with sort of curly brown hair - a good deal of it was hidden under a hat. He didn't seem that tall for a guy, but not exactly short, and about four inches or so taller than her. He seemed like a nice guy, anyway, not that you can be sure from appearances and an apology.

Trying to break what could develop into an awkward silence, Marcie reached out and took two cookies, offering one to the boy. "Want a cookie? My name's Marcie, by the way, Marcie Weasley. I'm in Hufflepuff. I think I might have seen you in the basement before, you a 'Puff too?" she introduced herself and attempted some light conversation.

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notes: Cookies ^_^
credits: Template - me; Lyrics - Nine in the Afternoon, Panic! At The Disco

[ezra]

He just got into a zone when he went places sometimes, and he just couldn't think of anything. He was sure he'd bumped shoulders with a few people, and he didn't really stop to say anything, but shoulder bumps in a crowd weren't that uncommon. He was used to running into people, he ran into people a lot it seemed, but he didn't really mean to. He never really meant to do anything. He was just a bit of a klutz and it seemed to just sort of happen that way. He rolled his shoulders as he set himself off back into the crowd, and he went back towards the food. He rubbed one of his hands over his shoulders, and they were much tighter then he wanted them to be. He wasn't being nervous really, must have just been an instinct when he ran into people.

And, now? He'd gone and run into someone else. He looked down at the girl, and he knew he'd seen her before. She must have been a classmate, or a housemate. He smiled at her, her face dusted red was endearing. She struck him as younger then him, but he couldn't be sure. He was sure she wouldn't be blushing over him, he wasn't that special. "I suppose not, but all the same, should have been watching more carefully." He said with a smile. He was trying to place where he had seen her before. He must have just seen her somewhere, he guessed just have in the common room.

He looked down as she handed him a cookie and he nodded. "Thanks." She'd read his mind, this was just where he was headed. He looked as she spoke, and he nodded. He was correct, she was a Hufflepuff. He bite into the cookie while she spoke, and ended up covering his mouth to speak, since there was still cookie in his mouth. He never had had the most amazing manners. "Niff to meef yew." He said, snorting at his attempt to talk. He swallowed, and he tried again. "I'm sorry. Nice to meet you, Marcie. I'm Ezra. Yeah, I'm a Hufflepuff, figured I'd seen you around too."

He tossed the rest of the cookie into his mouth, and he wiped his hands on the sides of his shirt, not really thinking about it. He swiped his tongue across his teeth to make sure he didn't have anything sticking to them. He smiled lightly, "So, for the fact I just sorta talked with my mouthful, I think to apologize for me being gross, we should dance...unless I ruined my chances of a good time by being gross, and if that's the fact...Sorry?" He said with a slight smile, offering his hand out to her, looking towards the dance floor. He hoped he hadn't grossed her out, he would have felt like an ass if he had, and he didn't like to feel like an ass.
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•• into a place where thoughts can bloom ••
•• into a room where it's nine in the afternoon ••

Biting into her own cookie, Marcie nodded as Ezra confirmed he was a Hufflepuff. She'd have been a little confused as to where she knew him from if he wasn't. She chewed the cookie, savouring the taste and not noticing too much that Ezra was eating and talking at the same time. Living around Weasleys and dragons, she was used to people wolfing down food in too short a time to care about manners. She blinked as he apologized, then smiled, chewing quickly and swallowing to speak. "Hey, no worries. Sure, dancing could be fun," she agreed. "But I'll warn you, I'm pretty terrible at dancing. I'm the sort of person who will always manage to trip over something," she told him in advance, knowing she'd probably end up at least stumbling.

Marcie didn't dance very often, but when she did, she never tried to be good because she knew she wouldn't be. Just having a laugh with some friends, that sort of thing. Ezra seemed to be the sort of person who was easy to get along with, so with any luck dancing could just be fun and a chance to get to know this guy better, maybe talk to some other students at the same time. She could see a few students showing off on the dancefloor, but most of them were just messing around. Good, good; there wasn't any expectation of her to have any skill at dancing.

She only vaugely recognised the song playing, but she found it quite catchy and nice all the same. Leading the way to the crowed mass of students dancing, the trio of first-years she ended up beside glancing at her before going back to their conversation while dancing very badly indeed, Marcie barely hearing their voices over the sound of the music. She looked around for any familiar faces to grab to join her, but she couldn't see any at the moment. Eh, someone would probably turn up sooner or later. After all, from the sounds of how excited everyone had been about this, most of the school would be here.

She grinned as the next song started, a faster one this time. She raised her voice to talk to Ezra over the sound of the music, wanting to know more about him; all she knew right now was that he was Hufflepuff called Ezra, after all. "So, what year are you in? What did you do over the holidays?" she asked. Just simple questions, of course, she didn't want to say anything that would be awkward or anything. The young werewolf usually found it very easy to make new friends and found being sociable very easy, but could become very awkward in situations such as when discussing certain topics, or around people who were crying. She highly doubted that Ezra would turn to an awkward topic having just met her, and the atmosphere of the night was hardly one to make someone break down into tears. Marcie had no worries that she'd be able to make new friends tonight.

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notes: dancedancedance
credits: Template - me; Lyrics - Nine in the Afternoon, Panic! At The Disco

[ezra]

Cool! She didn't mind bad manners and wanted to dance, and wasn't scared to eat in front of people. The night was already looking promising and it was just starting. He smiled, and he shook his head, "You're only as bad as you think you are. It's all in your head, and everything trips anyhow, so it's not a big deal." He could remember time after time his horses would stumble doing courses or running the field for polo. Tripping was natural, though it wasn't fun all the time. "I can't same I'm horribly graceful myself, so we can trip together." In truth, he was actually a fairly good dancer, but he did trip at times.

He was always glad for more dancing like this then he was in a ballroom like setting. His mother always tried to have nice parties in their house to introduce him to " normal" girls. He knew plenty of normal girls, and guys here. His parents were just too closed minded to really think anything of this other world. He really didn't know where they figured he went every school year, but they let him go none the less. This was probably all some big joke to them, told his old friends he went to reform school or something of the like.

As they made their way into the dancing crowd, he reached out to touch her, trying to get some form of dance started. The song wasn't ideal for it though, it seems. It was rather slow, and if they weren't well established as to where they stood with each other, these could get awkward. He glanced around, trying to see how others were dancing. Some first years were just talking on the dance floor, he almost wanted to chase them into a corner, this wasn't the place for..oh, well maybe that terrible wiggling was child dancing. His mistake. He looked back towards her as the song changed, and he smiled.

He leaned in as she spoke. "Oh, I'm a 7th year. That's really weird, I don't feel like it..makes me feel old." He said with a snort. And over holiday? "Well...Some of the mares went foaled, so I spent most of the summer out in the barn chasing bratty foals who figured everything was theirs." He said with a smile. Good memories, he loved when the foals kept him on his toes. "Oh, my family owns a horse farm, sorry, that probably didn't make a lot of sense." He said with an awkward voice. Some people didn't like horses. "Did you have a good holiday?" He asked, politely. He didn't want to sound like he was just repeating what she'd asked hi,um, but he didn't really know what else to say at this point.

As the song gradually got faster, he took a step closer, and he looked down at her, "This too close or am I alright?" He asked with a jovial expression, placing his hand around the small of her back, to make the distance a bit smaller.


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•• into a place where thoughts can bloom ••
•• into a room where it's nine in the afternoon ••

He liked horses! Marcie's eyes lit up when he mentioned mares and foals, and at the revelation of his family's horse farm, she beamed; caring about any sort of animal was enough to instantly get in Marcie's good books. Horses were pretty expensive to keep, she'd heard, so she suspected Ezra's family had a good deal of money. Ezra didn't seem like a spoiled rich kid, though, so chances were a lot of the money they had went on the horses. She didn't really care about how much money a person had, of course; as a Weasley, she'd never had much money. Her dad being a dragonologist, he enjoyed his work but he worked long, dangerous hours for little pay. As a result, most of their possessions in their little house in Romania were second hand or hand made, not that Marcie minded. Sure, it got annoying sometimes when everyone had something you couldn't afford, but second hand things had stories behind them, and hand made things had charm and love in them.

As for the horses, she didn't know all that much about them. Muggles and wizards alike enjoyed riding them, they were pretty big and powerful and graceful, but she had only ever ridden them once or twice. They were very different to riding brooms, that was for sure. She could remember feeling the powerful animal beneath her, muscles rippling as it moved effortlessly. It was nowhere near as fast as a broom and couldn't fly or anything, but it had been a fun experience all the same. They were sweet, and a lot easier to go through a Muggle town riding than a broom or what have you. She made a mental note to spend a little time with some when she next had the oppertunity.

"Seventh-year? So you'll be leaving Hogwarts this year! That must be kinda weird... I'm a fifth-year myself, and it's weird enough that it's OWL year and our work actually affects our future," she said in response to his first statement, then moved on to comment about the horses, "That's so awesome! I haven't really been around horses much, but they're pretty cool animals. I spent half my summer visiting relatives, the other in Romania with my dad. He's a dragonologist, and I help him sometimes but when I do I'm rarely allowed around the dragons, it's mostly preparing their food, keeping the eggs in the right condition, that sort of thing," she shrugged, remembering the food. Drenching barrels of dead rats and chickens in brandy was not exactly her idea of fun. The smell was just horrible, plus she hated the poor little critters having to die to become food. It didn't seem right. Still, you couldn't pursuade something like a dragon to become vegetarian, could you?

As much as she liked the dragons her dad monitered as they roamed the huge forest near their home, they were a pain to try and tempt with food to emerge for checks and tests, and even more food was needed to keep them willing to let the team examine them and see how the environment was affecting them or whatever else they tried to learn about them. They sometimes lost scales, and she had a whole bunch of the most colourful ones in her room at home, as well as a couple she brought to Hogwarts to remind her of home. The most annoying part about living with a dragonologist for a dad was probably when the dragon they were monitering abandoned an egg, or if they found an egg lying around, since then Charlie had a habit of taking the egg home to hatch, leaving the house roasting hot and with chunks taken out of furniture and objects burned. He said it was to stop Muggles finding the eggs, but Muggles didn't go in the forest anyway because wizards had already taken precautions to stop them seeing the huge dragons, which were, to be honest, a lot more suspicious than their eggs.

As Ezra moved in and put his hand around her back, Marcie was impressed that he'd asked if it was OK. He was so polite! She nodded. "It's fine," she reasurred him. "If your family owns a horse farm, they must be pretty cool," she commented, trying to keep the conversation going.

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