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Sararara · 06-14-2015, 07:06 AM

SPOILER!!: Greasy Butterfly, at your service

Ezra strode through the orientation with his hands in his pockets and his usual winning smile all ready to go on his face. What a bloody waste of time. A man of his position didn't need to be oriented, thank you very much. Of course that hadn't stopped him from showing up. One didn't simply pass up an opportunity to dress nicely where everybody could see, Merlin no. That'd be ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as the fact that he'd been here already for a good ten minutes and still hadn't seen Tiffany or received any compliments. Or received compliments from Tiffany.

His smile showed no sign of wavering as he eyed the available seats, not bothering with the food just to avoid the risk of spilling on his new jacket. An unfamiliar woman sat next to one of them, and he felt his eyebrows instinctively shoot up in the direction of his carefully styled hair, before reminding himself to put them back down again. Ahem. Where was Tiffany, again? The Media Liaison adjusted his bow tie and checked the state of his hair in the face of his watch before sliding into the seat beside the mysterious woman and picking a card of the table. Why work for the Ministry of Magic? Merlin, how creative. Ezra drummed his fingers on the table and checked around for Tiffany once more, before turning his pearly whites in the woman's direction. "Anything good on your card?"

He had to do something while he waited for somebody worthy to show up, no? Hi. Hello. Ezra Bellamy here, ready to be better than you.

06-14-2015, 07:06 AM	#35 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb SPOILER!!: Greasy Butterfly, at your service Quote: Originally Posted by ScarletCharm104 Bhuvana went full out this year, full dress, full colors, and eyeliner as dark as her soul. She wasn't perfect, of course - her hair was simply up in a high plait, because a certain SOMEONE was notorious for getting FOOD in her HAIR. But she was totally over that. Serene. It wasn't like she was craning her head to see any particularly muscly tattooed men, or anything like that. Nope. Not one bit. She mindlessly picked some food and drinks and carried it over to an empty table. Looking at the first conversation starter she saw, what aspect of wizarding culture is most important to you and why?, she snorted. If people wanted culture, they should go to India. Ezra strode through the orientation with his hands in his pockets and his usual winning smile all ready to go on his face. What a bloody waste of time. A man of his position didn't need to be oriented, thank you very much. Of course that hadn't stopped him from showing up. One didn't simply pass up an opportunity to dress nicely where everybody could see, Merlin no. That'd be ridiculous. Almost as ridiculous as the fact that he'd been here already for a good ten minutes and still hadn't seen Tiffany or received any compliments. Or received compliments from Tiffany. His smile showed no sign of wavering as he eyed the available seats, not bothering with the food just to avoid the risk of spilling on his new jacket. An unfamiliar woman sat next to one of them, and he felt his eyebrows instinctively shoot up in the direction of his carefully styled hair, before reminding himself to put them back down again. Ahem. Where was Tiffany, again? The Media Liaison adjusted his bow tie and checked the state of his hair in the face of his watch before sliding into the seat beside the mysterious woman and picking a card of the table. Why work for the Ministry of Magic? Merlin, how creative. Ezra drummed his fingers on the table and checked around for Tiffany once more, before turning his pearly whites in the woman's direction. "Anything good on your card?" He had to do something while he waited for somebody worthy to show up, no? Hi. Hello. Ezra Bellamy here, ready to be better than you. __________________