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Elphie The Wicked 
Jordan peered around as he stepped into the party. His eyes sought for the one person he was here to see. Belle. Where was she? He stepped around laughing people, smiling people, people who had already found the one they sought. Where was she?
"Belle?" he said questioningly, his voice not even loud enough to carry over the conversations going on around him. He couldn't yell, his voice was so rough and rusted with disuse. Where in Merlin's name was she?
Belle sighed and rubbed her eyes. She didn't even know why she was at this party. She felt like crap and she was achey, but she figured that she'd come and congratulate the Ravenclaw team and then leave.
She looked around for the captain, but her eyes landed on someone else. He was here. He was actually here. Her stomach fluttered and her face flushed. Oh geeze. She wasn't talking to him yet and she was already blushing.
Slipping past a couple of people, she came to a stop in front of him. She didn't know whether to hug him, or shake his hand, so she just stood there, looking nervous.