one by one with accio donut. and Alpha*

[jet pack blues]

[hm... what about nirvana?]

Dezarae
Dezi boarded the train with the rest of the students, seating herself by her friend. "I went and saw James last night," she replied casually as the train gave a lurch. "We talked for a few hours, and it seems as though we're better off as friends." This, of course, was the complete opposite of what had happened. She offered a friendly smile, hoping to be off the subject. "What about you? How's -" Dezi leaned in, lowering her voice "- Zeke."

Ezekiel
Zeke narrowed his eyes. "Morag, I know it was you," he pressed. "You were that thing, weren't you?" In the midst of Zeke's temper, he had unfortunately missed his grace and wasn't at all even trying to be nice to Morag. "You flew away, and when Dezarae went out... you came back."

[Alpha*]

"I havnt had the guts to talk to him." she admits. "I mean... hes a great guy, but why in the world would he be interested in me? Miriam and Beatrice are both planning to ask him to the ball. What chance have I to go with him? Besides, its guys choice.." she sighs and stares out the window a moment before back to her friend.

"I already know I am a monster, you don't need to remind me. " The wiered glow about him shows he is uneasy; "Just leave me alone Zeke. It's safer." he shakes his head, mounting up on the broom again, willing it to float so he can sit. It does and he does, resting with his silvered arms folded over his chest - voice going flat, eyes becomming angular and bright.

[jet pack blues]

[should I push Morag more or what?]

Dezarae
Dezi gave her friend a reassuring smile, shaking her head at her words of doubt. "I don't think Beatrice or Miriam are his type, honestly," she said in an undertone. "Really - they're both a tad - er - desperate to state it bluntly." She rested her hand on Ammon's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Besides, did you miss the way he looked at you during the feast?"

[Alpha*]

(yup, push him)

Mor tugs at the sleaves to his dark buttonup shirt on his wrists, unbuttoning it and rolling it up to his elbows, right, then left. Watching the other.

Ammon forces a grin, "I'd agree with you there but they Are the prettyest girls in the school." she sighs and shakes her head, "Naw, he didn't look at me in any way." Shes the type of girl who is oblivious to the other gender looking at her. The girl blushes and peeks at her friend, "You really think so?"

[jet pack blues]

[here goes...]
Ezekiel
Zeke zoomed over to Morag in the air, giving him a hard shove before coming to a grinding halt. "Are you mad?" he shouted to him. "You probably can kill anyone at any moment, and yet you don't do a thing about it!"
[ew... Sorry about that. I'm too hufflepuff to be mean.]

Dezarae
With a broad grin, Dezi nodded her head. "I cannot believe you haven't noticed yet," she laughed at her redfaced friend. "Goodness, Am! He's been going over to your table to try and speak to you for the past - what? - week since the feast! You're as good as blind." The girl jumped up happily as the train screeched to halt, and she led her friend off. "Oh, London is so wonderful," she gasped as the hundreds of muggles rushed past.

[Alpha*]

Ammon grins, "Yeah I guess." she is blushing but leaves the train anyways. "I guess so. Where do you want to go first?" she walks close to her friend, watching with huge eyes.

"I'm not that kind of animal Zeke. I'm not. I get Sick when I hurt people, even thinking about it. Sick." he shakes his head, looking down as tears trail down his cheeks. "Why do you think I spend all my time hanging out in the sky or the healing halls? Hmm? To hurt people? No." its all he can do to stay on the broom and in his more-human skin. Zeke was his friend, he wouldn't hurt his friend. "Do you need me to show you? I will." he pauses and then slowly looks up.

[jet pack blues]

Ezekiel
Zeke's harsh glare slowly but surely dilated to a pair of soft green eyes. He had been no better than a retched beast himself by being rude towards Morag, and he was disappointed that it had taken him so long. He stared back at a pair of pale eyes that held immense sorrow in them - sorrow that was caused by himself, Zeke. "I - Morag, I'm sorry."

Dezarae
Dezi giggled as she skipped along the open streets after exiting King's Cross. "Oh, I reckon we ought to grab lunch first," she replied, realizing it was now about afternoon. "All the junk food you want, Am, as promised," she added with a bright grin.

[Alpha*]

Am grins, and nods enthusiastically. "Lunch is always good. " she agrees, winking and laughing. "How about burgers? Or.. taco's?" she asks hopefully.

"No. Dont be. I deserve it." he answers quietly. Morag averts his eyes, repositions himself on the broom and then sighs softly. "I guess that you'd want to see. Come with me." he then sets off toward the dark forest at a reasonable pace.

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae
Dezi laughed, and turned into the burger joint. She had her wand concealed, and watched as the muggles went about their daily lives. A few of them flashed them friendly - but rather polite - smiles as they looked around at the lot of them. "I want a burger," she answered Ammon, sitting down in a booth across from her.

[jet pack blues]

[oh no I forgot Zeke!]
Ezekiel
Zeke sighed and set off after Morag, still feeling slightly uneasy about going into the forest.