[center][h3][color=plum]Elize Vanzant[/color][/h3][/center]
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[center][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Outside
[b][u]Interactions:[/u][/b] Slick [@WittyWolf][/center]
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As Elize twirled easily around in the damp grass as the fog rolled in heavily from the waters that surrounded Hogwarts. When she heard a voice that did not belong to Hyacinthus or Johnson she stopped short, her steps ceased quickly enough that it would have made most stumble but her body was too strong and well conditioned to do such a clumsy thing. Stumbling was excessively unattractive, even when one was as graceful as a willow even in complete stillness. It was something her grandmother had always said. Especially when Elize had first learned to walk in heels. Being from France heels were kind of a given even when she was nearly six feet tall when barefoot.

She gave no mind to the others who were there as some of the other students had come outside to talk and hang out despite the cool air. Elize was not used to such cool air and goosebumps rose across her porcelain flesh as she stilled nearly completely. The only motion was the soft rise and fall of her chest as she inhaled and exhaled the cool night air that was settling in around the castle behind her. 

When her vision collected she found herself looking at someone she hadn't spoke to in a long time. Gregory Jones stood before her bowing and asking her to dance. Though slightly startled at first Elize laughed softly before she replied, her azure blue eyes lit like a bioluminescent bay in the tropics in the light coming from inside. She picked up the edges of her skirt and bowed as well, looking up through dark lashes instead. She spoke softly when she answered, "[color=plum]Only if you dare, monsieur.[/color]" When she returned to her full height she held out a slender hand in offering.