one by one with accio donut. and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

Mor offers a slight smile and is soon asleep, silver hair a mess of cowlicks and humidity's touch - framing his face in soft curles.

Am sticks her toung out a moment and begins to brush her friend's hair. "You know you could put your duffle-bag in my purse, less stuff to carry." she offers, "You all could, I mean it would be easier..."

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae
Dezi accepted her fate and allowed Am to brush through her red tangles, a pout on her lips. "You're worse than my mother," she huffed, seeing a playful glare to Zeke, who had snickered. She nodded enthusiastically at Ammonia's proposal and dropped her large duffle bag into the purse. "Zeke?" The boy did the same. "Thanks, Ammy."

[----time skip to le school----->]

Ezekiel
Zeke woke with a start as the carriage pulled to an abrupt stop. He could hav only guess that they were at school, especially since he could see frost outside on the windows. He gently shook Morag's shoulder until he was awake, and ran a hand through his own messy hair which was sticking every which way now that he had slept on it. "After you," he yawned, stepping out of the coach and holding the door open for everyone with sleepy green eyes.

[Alpha*]

Am had considered this new nickname and had decided she doesnt really like it. Childish though she doesnt say it. She'd pulled Mor's things into her bag long before they had set off and had slept as soon as her friend's hair was done.

Morag opens his acidic eyes, not sure where he is. But soon rediscovers. The boy steps out of the carriage and then helps the girls down - once his gloves are pulled on and cloak-hood tugged over his hair. "Welcome." he murmmers before ushering the others into the castle.

"Sleep well? " Ammonia asks through a yawn to Zeke and Dezarae, not truely able to look at the monster that is apart of their team.

Snow lands and sticks to his cloak, their shoulders and for once he feels at home.

[jet pack blues]

Ezekiel
Zeke wasn't very fond of the cold, no matter how beautiful it was. He was glad to be inside the castle. He smiled and nodded at Ammonia's question. "Yes, I did." He figured it was late - at least midnight back at Hogwarts - though he supposed the time was different were they were now.

Dezarae
Dezi nodded, wide awake now that they had started to walk. "I slept very well, thank you," she chirped, her gaze looking around at the Icelandic castle. "Oh, it's wonderful!" she gasped, a bright grin spilt across her face.

[Alpha*]

Am laughs lightly and walks between the witch and warlock who are more human than the one trailing behind them. "I'm glad."

Morag lightly touches Dezi's arm, "The lore of this castle is written in the stones that make it up." he says, directing his team's attention to the runes and pictures in the white granite. "At night, the runes in the tower glow like the Aurora Borialis - it is said that they capture those northern lights when they pass over - but really its a simple spell on opals and firestones."

[jet pack blues]

[i'm not sure if Morag's talking to all of them but i'm taking this opportunity for zeke XD]
Ezekiel
Zeke walked beside Ammonia as Dezi fell behind with Morag, casting them a glance before looking to the hem of his robes. A light pink color had risen to his cheeks, just like the last few times he'd tried to talk to her. "It's - er - cold here." It was the first thing that he could summon to his mind at the moment, and besides - he had tried.

Dezarae
Dezi stopped as Morag's hand stopped her, turning her attention to the writing on the walls. She gently ran her fingers over them, awestruck. Hogwarts was always beautiful to her, but she loved to see the beauty of other things as well. She nodded quietly, beyond words at this. It was perfect. "I've never seen the Aurora Borealis," she told him. "Can you see them from Durmstrang, where you came from?"

[Alpha*]

"Of course!" says the girl, avoiding her gaze, "Its ICEland." Could she ask him? No. No. It was guy's choice and besides he probably asked someone else - his pink cheeks were only from the cold and nothing else. "But it's so wonderful, I love the snow and ice, the wail of the storms." she whispers, eyes on the ceiling where great chandeleirs hang - glittering.

(and she of course is oblivious >.< )

"You will get too, you know. This tournament goes to Japan and Russia, to..." he rattles off a few other places. "Durmstrang.. I don't actually.. come from Durmstrang, I don't know where I come from, but you can see them there on a clear, quiet night. It is gorgious in winter but marvelious in summer."

[jet pack blues]

[shhh...]
Ezekiel
Zeke finally brought his head up, a small smile indented his dimples as he looked at Ammonia. He the. Marveled over the chandelier with her before blushing again. He had to ask her now, when she wasn't glued next to Dezi. "Are you - I mean, would you like to go to the ball with me?" As the sentence got longer, he got more and more nervous. What if she already had a date? He'd be devastated.

Dezarae
Dezi's grin grew broader and broader as Morag named off countless places to her. She could feel butterflies of excitement tickling her stomach. Her red eyebrows furrowed and she cocked her head slightly as Morag mentioned the fact he hadn't come from Durmstrang. "You haven't?" she asked curiously. "I mean, everyone says you do." She sighed and shook her head, waving the thought off. "Sorry, I guess that's a bit personal," she mumbled, crossing her arms over each other under her fur-edged winter cloak.

[Alpha*]

"Not at all." he offers a lopsided grin down to her. "Not much is personal. Yes, I attend Durmstrang." he answers, "I attend many schools while the rest of you are on breaks and go home - its not like I can 'blend in' with the muggles, believe me I've tried. I have dyed my hair.. but the moment I am my.. other.. self It is bleached out. I'd love to go to the human world, but I think I would cause a stirr." he shrugs a long moment. "Besides, I was b.. er.. well, I have no kin so to speak of, never met any." he laughs lightly, mostly to himself. "They also say that I'm a ghost but I'm pretty solid I think." eyes dance with merriment. "I'm not.. from any one place you see."

(poor Zeke)

Ammonia looks up at him in shock, stopping where she had walked like this is a cruel joke. "R-really?" she whispers to him, excitedly. Then, she hugs him. "Yes! I would love to go to the ball with you!" she draws back, eyes on the floor - perhaps she had overreacted.

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae
Dezi listened to Morag, pity welling up inside of her. She was surprised he was smiling by the end of his story, though it made her feel better to know she hadn't struck a soft spot. "You know, Morag, you can always spend holidays with my family and I," she proposed lightheartedly. "My mum and dad wouldn't mind me having a friend over." She smiled sweetly and rubbed her cold arms, glancing at Am. She had finally broke. Dezi laughed at this, and turned back to Morag with a sparkle in her eye. "She's fancied him for a while now."

Ezekiel
Zeke broke into a wide grin that soon formed into a shocked expression at Ammonia's hug. He then smiled softly and looked down at her as she turned away bashfully. "You're not joking, are you?" he asked in a semi-teasing voice, more so to reassure himself that this was real. "You really want to go with me?"