[center][h3][color=plum]Elize Vanzant[/color][/h3][/center]
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[center][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Train / Great Hall
[b][u]Interactions:[/u][/b] Johnson Leeds[@HushedWhispers][/center]
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The tall young french woman only laughed as she heard Johnson and glanced his way and saw the wink, "[color=plum]Pardon, I forget I am not at home anymore. It is always hard to adjust back to speaking English.[/color] She turned her eyes to the sunset to watch as the clouds became colored with sunlight and warmth. The night would steal away all the warmth of the day here. During the Summers she lived on her grandmother's summer home in Nice where it was warm most of the year from being so close to the sea. She would miss the waves, the lovely sound they made as they crashed upon the beach near their home. 

When Johnson asked about the ball she shook her head slightly, long hair falling into her face. Her blue eyes stayed fixed on the sunset as she spoke, "[color=plum]No, I'm afraid not. I'll probably just end up going alone. Stag I believe is the word. I don't usually get asked anyhow.[/color]" She pushed her hair back behind her ear as she looked down at the stone blocks where her feet were sitting. She tapped the toe of the tall heels she was wearing, "[color=plum]I suppose there is no use in knowing how to dance when one is taller than most of the males here.[/color]" She murmured softly before sighing. She sat her plate down on the steps as she glanced at Johnson and Hyacinthus. They would have made a cute pair but Elize was quite sure Johnson was up to no good.

She stood easily in her robes and laughed as she kicked off the expensive heels, settling down to her natural height before pretending to be waltzing with an invisible person. Though one might assume someone as tall as Elize would be less than graceful she was utterly the opposite. Years of training and lessons to be as graceful and elegant as possible had taken their toll. Her movements were smooth and calculated as her skirt swirled around her softly tanned legs. She was one of the few girls who left her skirt the full length and did not spell it up several inches, her legs were long enough it wasn't needed. "[color=plum]One of you come dance with me.[/color]" She called easily, her high voice warm for once as she gave a bit of a smile as she moved into the grass. Nature seemed to love her, even the whomping willow often seemed reluctant to swing at her though it always inevitably did. She knew her feet would be wet with the coming dew but it wasn't much matter to her, it would not be the first time. The small creatures that scurried around campus and the birds all sang their goodnights as she moved easily across the grass without a pause or misstep.