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The idea of being captain for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team was a dream Amelia had for a long time. I would be wonderful if she did get assigned the position but she doubt it would happen. They were looking for the strong, confident, and a person that could be respected to be the captain and Amelia wasn't sure she fit any of those qualities. "I think you would be a good choice for captain Xurdion. With the plays you come up with, your confidence when performing on the field, and the way everyone on the team respects you, you are perfect for the postion of captain." "We seriously need to come up with a play book and write all this stuff down. The brain can only hold information for so long." ......

Amelia hurried as fast as her feet in heals could carry her over to the table Xurdion went to. He was writing plays down on a napkin so that they wouldn't forget what their ideas were. "It's a Hogsmeade weekend maybe we can head over to one of the shops there and pick up a book or I'll send a letter to Diagon Alley with some money to get a book." Amelia blushed when Xurdion made all those comments as to why he shouldn't be Quidditch captain and as to why Amelia should be captain. "I'm just as reckless as you. Remeber that game against Slytherin when I noticed the snitch about to be caught by the Slytherin seeker and our seeker was still clueless and I made you through the quaffle towards him so I could cut in front of him? Good thing I had a Firebolt, I got past him, caught the quaffle, and he went into the wall." "I thought Kanita was going to kill me. Not only did I endanger myself but the Slythering seeker spent a week in the hospital wing and had to get a new broom." ......

Nicodeamus smiled and continued dancing with her. She looked so innocent... His careful steps were small, so he didn't step on her feet, his hand holding hers in a delicate grip. Even at the height of nearly seven feet, he was a somewhat graceful man. "I'll have to meet your brother one day. Though, I have a feeling that h wouldn't like me much," he said kindly, "Either way, I should meet them. They should know that I am a trustworthy person."

Anna strode in gracefully, careful to make her entrance just 'loud', noticable, enough so that people turned her way, but that they didn't think of her as too ostentatious. Too. Because being ostentatious was her thing and she was just too damn good at it not to be ostentatious. Robes flowering at her feet, she picked her way through the crowd, eyes scanning for someone she knew. When, after a short time, she found no one, normally she would've tried harder, but she wasn't exactly dying to go. Not really. So, settling into a corner where she could see easily, yet could not be seen without a fair deal of effort, she set out to do her second favorite sport - people watching.

( I will get better again. Time budget, you know. )

Sezer stepped into the hall in what could only be described as a Sezerish manner. Because it wasn't terribly graceful, and yet it could not be called ungraceful since he was Sezer. He picked his way through the crowed neatly, this description accurate to the tee, since everything Sezer did was neat, and searched for his friends. Since he had fun with word searches and such, looking for his friends in a crowd, much like looking for certain words in a jumbled mess of them, would only be too easy, if not, dare I say, entertaining. Because he was Sezer.

Soon enough, he heard, rather than saw, his dear friend Joel's ever-exuberant tone. Following the sound, he soon found his friends. Smiling in what he hoped was a pleasant and charming grin at the same time, he spoke.

"Hello, all."

Anna blinked, turning around, her dress robes fluttering gracefully at her feet. At the sight of Damian, her best friend, and future date to Hogsmeade, her face positively lit up. Though she would undoubtedly deny said fact it was brought to her attention. In all honesty, her deep blue robes, which set off her eyes, she was told, and made her hair almost black in the 'starlight', looked rather like a muggle tux than a dress. Yet it still had that certain feminine quality to it.
She made a short bow, overdoing it yet again, making a flurry of random, somehow complex gestures with her hand. She stood to her full height, an average five foot seven.
"But of course." She grinned charmingly. "Though I should warn you," she lifted the trouser leg on both her legs, making a motion with her wand, "I have two left feet." She laughed just a tad at her own joke, undid the transfiguration with some difficulty, and took his hand, allowing him to lead her.

Anna, valiantly fighting the blush rising to her cheeks when he placed a hand at her waist, comforting herself with the knowledge that it was what one was supposed to do, placed a hand at his shoulder. Suddenly, she recalled that, in taking forced lessons with her father last year, the instructor has specifically stated that the ladies' hands were to be like feathers falling on their partners shoulder. She frowned, noting that her hand was more like a pebble and less like a feather. 'Oh, boo,' She inwardly chided herself. 'Get over it.'

Instead, a carefully tentative smile made its appearance on her face. And, though she couldn't help but to hear the voice in the back of her head that pleaded with her not to be 'such a girl', she couldn't help but like, revel, even, in this moment.

(Gone for a while. Practice. Later)

Sezer chuckled dryly, looking down, through his glasses at Vlaityn. "Thank you for the welcome, Vlaityn." Smoothing the top of his black dress robes, or what was more like a muggle tuxedo, and picking off an imaginary piece of lint and flicking it to the side, he looked up.

"You look absolutley dashing, Joel." He smirked in good humor, attempting to get a smile of out his friend, not forgetting of his friend's lately sour mood. "Oh, how rude of me," he berated himself, "You, too, Vlaityn. Absolutely dashing." Sezer, just now noticing the snow, smiled a little to himself. One of his favorite memories included the snow.