[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Gregory Jones[/color][/h3][/center]
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[u][b]Location:[/b][/u] Just outside the Great Hall, entrance steps
[u][b]Interacting With:[/b][/u] Elize [@Aspen Wren]
[u]Music:[/u] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClCD56V3hBk
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[color=ed1c24]"Oh, I dare, [i]mademoiselle[/i],"[/color] Slick replied with his usual air of certain confidence. His hand covered hers and his grip was sure as he pulled her closer, closing the distance until they were a hand's breath apart. His free hand dipped into the inner pocket of his robe, pulling out his wand. [color=ed1c24]"But how about a little music? [i]Melodiam initium![/i]"[/color] Slick chanted, summoning an enchanting melody. As the song came to the real body of the composition, his wand was away and his free arm came around her side, resting comfortably upon her lower back. He kept it respectful, however. He realized tact was needed when dealing with such a proud and elegant woman. As he led her through graceful steps, they twirled and spun in unison. Slick was, maybe surprisingly, very graceful of a dancer. His movements held no hesitation and were as fluid as his partner. He grinned broadly at Elize, who nearly stood taller than himself barefoot and he was suddenly grateful she wasn't wearing her customary heels presently. 

[color=ed1c24]"I overheard you don't have a date to the Welcoming Ball, on my way out here."[/color] Slick started, his brow raised in curiosity. He didn't miss a beat and continued to hold Elize's gaze as they moved through the steps. Faster and faster they danced, Slick wanting to show off just a little to impress the noble young lady. The night seemed lively indeed as students watched the pair in fascination, but Slick paid them no heed. His full focus was on the sight before him, those large blue eyes entrancing him. Why had he waited so long to make a move? The young man couldn't come up with a good answer, although intimidation might have been a factor. Elize was a force of nature, he felt. Slick felt ready to take on that challenge now, however. [color=ed1c24]"I was wondering if I could have the honor of being your escort, milady?"[/color] Slick's tone was playful, yet hopeful and his eyes bespoke of his eagerness.
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[center][h3][color=00a651]Charles Kemp[/color][/h3][/center]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Great Hall
[b][u]interacting:[/u][/b] Zeke [@Mivuli]
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Charles listened to the sparse words of his senior, noting the customary uneasiness people held around him. He took heart in the fact that even his elders held a measure of such caution, in turn respect, for his reputation. [color=00a651]"Oh, the usual gauntlet of studies my parents set for me, a bit of Quidditch training."[/color] Charles replied offhandedly, adding to himself silently, [color=00a651][i]"And the task of assassination of a certain pesky Headmaster"[/i][/color] Charles real concern was this, wanting the duty to go off without a hitch. He wondered if this boy might be amenable to such an undertaking, he'd have to feel him out. 

[color=00a651]"Sounds like a bore, Zeke. How are you feeling about the team this year? There a bit more of a force than last year, that's for sure."[/color] He wanted Zeke's opinion of the line-up. While their skills were polished, Charles didn't always understand sentiment and wondered if their spirits were stout enough to hold up under the pressure. This was something he knew the observant seventh year could help him with. Charles hated to depend upon anyone, but this was a necessary evil, this assistance. He wanted to win this year! It would be quite a feather in his cap and he always thirsted for victory, academic or extracurricular.