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Ezra Spitznogle
 Posted: Jul 14 2017, 11:24 PM
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"we are all dying of loneliness "

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The page for today’s journal entry sat blank. Ezra’s eyes caught the distant light of a group’s bonfire from across the campgrounds. His past persona would have no problem going up to the three students and introducing himself as Ezra Spitznogle and if Ezra was too hard to pronounce, they could call him “Ez.” However, the soft laughter and friendly smiles served to add to the intimidation factor of the joyous trio.

Ezra let out a dejected sigh, knowing that he was most likely not going to be introducing himself anytime soon. He was supposed to be having fun tonight, but it seemed to be a daunting task that left him more stressed than anything. His eyes moved away from the three students and hovered back to his empty notebook. A quill sat in his right hand, unused and dripping black ink all over the grass. He promised his grandfather he would start a journal after…that occurred, but the pages were annoying spacious. It’d take him hours to complete a single page, even with his horrible handwriting with the uneven letters that would sometimes take over two lines.

There was just so little to write about. Ezra barely went out these days, preferring the comfort of the Hufflepuff common room right besides the kitchen. He knew it was easy to slip into the habit of avoiding other people, but he was just so tired. From the abrupt plane trip across the Atlantic to the train ride across the Scotland countryside to finally meeting his great aunt, it left him with little rest in between. During those long hours riding the plane and train, he had nothing to do except muse about his life before everything went to hell. It was painful having to sit through those long hours. He almost went crazy if it weren’t for the fact that the rides eventually ended and he was able to get off. It would take a lot of coercing to get Ezra back on a train or plane.

Maybe not too much persuading would be needed. He had plans to return to America. Hogwarts wasn’t home. His great aunt Eudora was a nice person, but he didn’t grow up with her. He grew up with his grandfather, who also had to suffer a great loss. It was nice not having to see the empty house in Massachusetts, but he would be lying if he said it made him feel better to be in Scotland. Ezra felt selfish, as if he had chosen to run away from home even if the decision had been made for him. No, he would definitely go back. No one would be able to stop him.

He sighed, staring at the empty page again. Tapping it slightly with the tip of his quill, he scratched out the letter “T.” He didn’t actually know what was next or what word he wanted to say, but it was usually easier once he got started. “T...o...d...a….y.” The word was scribbled messily and faintly. Most of the ink had dried or dripped away, prompting him to dip the tip of the quill into his ink bottle. He paused slightly, sensing the presence of another person closeby. He heard footsteps. His eyes gazed back on the trio. For a minute, he thought one of them had thought to invite him to their bonfire, but that wasn’t the case. He doubted they even noticed his presence, which he didn’t mind, considering he was sitting in a spot that would obscure their vision of him.

Then he saw her, the petite Hufflepuff who was known for her large eyes. She was a strange girl, but Ezra never found her as intimidating as the others claimed her to be. Hotaru was Hotaru. “...Hotaru, is that you?”

@Hotaru Myeong

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Hotaru Myeong
 Posted: Jul 15 2017, 01:27 AM
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"The sky is so beautiful. A graveyard of stars."

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Bonfires littered the camp grounds, campers laughed and gathered around them like moths attracted to flames beneath a starry night-scape. Out here in the middle of nowhere and away from the castle lights, in the open space of the camp it was easier to spot the shooting stars. Hotaru's eyes often drifted towards the cosmos to watch the constellations twinkle and shift as the earth rotated on its axis and wondered how the people standing on the ground didn't lose their balance.

Tonight was not a night for thinking about the cosmos however, it was a night for celebration, friends and fun. Sheer pleasure at how the jars had turned out had Hotaru gathering them up in her arms and leaving the cabin. The dark haired witch's plan wasn't to join the bonfires just yet, though friends would soon be crowded around them, wondering where she had gotten to. Hers was a simpler plan that required a little bit of patience and a small dash of finesse. The grass muffled her footsteps, no one really looked in her direction as she passed and she was not assaulted with the feeling of isolation or assuaged with the sensation of invisibility. She had a presence about her that made others uncomfortable, and most of the time they would be found speaking in her general direction but never quite meeting her gaze. Sometimes she found it just plain rude, other times she couldn't be bothered with it.

As she passed on her way towards the forest Hotaru looked to her feet wondering if Salem would be joining them. The leaves rustled overhead and she stopped to stare up at the dark canopy of trees, stars peeking in from between the spaces of their leaves. Eyes glinted down at her from above and she smiled to herself before turning her dark gaze back down to eye level. A few steps more and a lumpy shadow detached itself from the trees, causing the witch to pause and startle as it spoke her name. Upon closer inspection she could see a bushel of fiery red hair. Immediately she knew that his face was freckled and his eyes were blue. Or green.

"Hello Ezra." There was only one person in Hufflepuff who had that specific combination. The Spitznogle boy had been the newest addition to the house. Summer term was bringing a bunch of new students to Hogwarts. From what she could recall he rarely left the Hufflepuff common room, which made him being at C.A.M.P. and out here of all places that much stranger. Large, deep brown eyes watched him for a moment more, her body shifting as she secured the jars bundled in her arms more firmly against her body. A vast majority of her housemates were tall and glamorous, whereas Hotaru often felt small and foreign among the sea of beautiful people. Sometimes it made her uncomfortable but most of the time she didn't pay attention to it.

"Are you doing anything special?" Shifting her arm to readjust the slipping jar only caused her to drop the contents of one. The foil wrapper crackled as it fell and hit the ground beside Ezra's foot. Hotaru's brows knit together for a moment as she decided whether to set her horde down or ask him to pick it up for her. "It's a perfect night for catching lightning bugs. I'm going to make lightning in a bottle. Want to come?"

@Ezra Spitznogle

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Ezra Spitznogle
 Posted: Jul 20 2017, 06:34 PM
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"we are all dying of loneliness "

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Fortunately for Hotaru, Ezra made the decision for her by leaning down to pick up the fallen foil wrapper from the ground. He studied the object in his hand for a second before turning to hand it back to its owner. A warm smile was present on his face, a sign that he welcomed Hotaru’s presence. Throughout his years, he learned that little gestures worked wonders to soothe the anxiety of other people. There was no doubt that his actions might have come across as redundant in some cases, but Ezra never liked making other people uncomfortable when he could afford not to.

Setting his notebook aside, which now sat on top of a patch of grass, Ezra shook his head in response to Hotaru’s question. His attendance in Summer C.A.M.P came on a whim. There was no rhythm or reason as to why the red-haired young man decided to leave the comfort of the Hufflepuff dorms to sit in darkness while other students huddled alongside each other in front of a bonfire. The Hufflepuff common room was next to the kitchen so if he had stayed behind, he would have the comfort of the hearth.

That warmth was nothing compared to the presence of other people. A long ago, Ezra would have agreed to this statement in a heartbeat, but as it was now, he was beginning to regret his decision the moment he stepped inside his cabin. There was too much joy and excitement in the air. Considering he had only recently come to term with the death of his parents, it felt too soon to be celebrating and having fun in a place that he barely knew about. It was tiring, and he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up against his blanket back at the Hufflepuff dormitory.

Nevermind the fact that his aunt almost became his camp counselor. That would have had the Hufflepuff fidgeting the entire time. He was glad his request to switch cabins came through because otherwise, he would probably be standing besides his aunt doing who knew what. At least whatever he was doing would have kept him preoccupied, he mused. His aunt was not a bad person. Whatever she had in mind for her group would have been interesting. Ezra sighed. It was too late to change his mind now.

Lighting bug elicited a curious stare from Ezra. He took a tentative glance around the woods, wondering if he was merely blind to whatever these “lighting bugs” were. It wouldn’t be too farfetched if it was British slang, but it could very well be used in the states too. Ezra wouldn’t know, having spent most of his time reading up on magical creatures.

Having heard her second question, Ezra’s eyes wandered to his journal sitting on the ground. The blank page was still blank and with the speed at which he was writing, he’d be done two days from now. Maybe Hotaru’s plan would give him something to write about. Smiling, he nodded again and stood from his position on the stump. Now that he was standing at full height, he realized how petite Hotaru looked. Between the two of them, she definitely looked faster (and therefore would be able to catch more bugs.)

“Sure, how does one go about catching lighting bugs?”

@Hotaru Myeong

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Hotaru Myeong
 Posted: Jul 21 2017, 02:26 PM
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"The sky is so beautiful. A graveyard of stars."

AGE:
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With the proverbial ice officially broken by Ezra picking up the fallen sparklers came Hotaru’s smile. She felt immediately more comfortable in the boy’s presence than she had initially when he’d called out to her. Smiling at him she bent down so he could place it back in one of the jars before straightening again. Talking to those of the opposite sex was sometimes nerve-wracking but it had eventually evened out to where she could converse with them as naturally as she could with those of the same sex. Practice often made perfect but there were still times the petite Hufflepuff still managed to get flustered. This wasn’t the case when it came to Ezra. “Thank you,” she chirped and waited long enough for his response. Her eyes drifted towards his journal and then back again, only to follow his body stretch up, and up, and up as he stood. The boy was well over a foot taller than her, Hotaru imagined that she might look like a wide eyed child beside him.

Instead of worrying about their height difference but still having to crane her head up and tilt it back in order to look at him while speaking, she started to lead the way deeper into the forest. “You’ve never heard of lightning bugs? They’re commonly known as fireflies… Or is it the other way around?” Remembering the distinction didn’t really seem all that important to Hotaru, if he hadn’t heard of them by one name then he might have heard from them by another. Eventually he’d find out just what type of bug they were trying to capture. “Unfortunately they aren’t magical creatures, just plain old muggle bugs. They use bioluminescence during twilight to attract mates or prey. The color of the light usually varies between yellow, green or pale red. O, maybe you know them as glow worms?” She paused in her explanation of the lightning bugs to look up at Ezra questioningly.

Salem was up in the trees causing his own sort of ruckus as they walked along, the grass brushing against Hotaru’s bare legs; making her feel a little itchy and ticklish at the same time. Unlike most campers she was still in a black tank-top with black shorts, a purple ribbon necklace with a moon pendant dangling from her neck. The short black hair framing her face lovingly, her skin aglow with the small shafts of light she stepped in and out of coming from the canopy of trees. They left behind the sounds of students laughing and crackling bonfires, the merriment left for those that wanted to experience the boisterous environment camp had to offer while they delved deeper into the trees towards a small clearing she had seen. They wouldn’t be entering that clearing just yet, but the spot with the lightning bugs was just before it.

Shifting her items, Hotaru held a jar out to Ezra, finally getting around to answering the question she’d neglected to answer earlier. “We use these, I’ve got a bit of net we can place around the top if you don’t want to use the lids. It takes a bit of patience but once you have one, the light should attract others towards you. I brought my wand to speed up that process.” She smiled at Ezra, clearly happy to have someone besides her cat or herself to talk to on this grand adventure. “Is this your first time catching them?” The pair was fast approaching their destination and one would have thought that they would need silence in order to not startle the creatures, but as they approached she caught sight of one bug lighting up and then going out just a few feet away.

@Ezra Spitznogle

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Ezra Spitznogle
 Posted: Jul 26 2017, 08:42 PM
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"we are all dying of loneliness "

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The mere mention of fireflies was enough for the red-haired Hufflepuff to bridge the gap in his understanding. A flicker of acknowledgement shone in his eyes, which were now peering past the shadow of the trees as if searching for the elusive fireflies. There was little chance he’d find them immediately when he had not seen any in his spot the entire time he was sitting, but he couldn’t help but get his hopes up that there would be some around these parts. Ezra personally never went close enough to a firefly to form an opinion about them, so he was still at a lost on how to encounter them. Now that he was in the forest instead of cooped up in his room at Hufflepuff, Ezra supposed there was a better chance of seeing them.

It all hinged on Hotaru’s judgement because the shorter girl was taking the lead in their expedition into the woods. Ezra had no trouble following after the dark haired girl; he himself was a stranger to these parts. The hum of the cicadas were louder as the two traversed further away from the camping fires; pretty soon, the laughter subsided and he could only see a faint glow where the three students sat. It almost felt as if he was back in the woods in Massachusetts; it was a place he’d go to once the summer heat hit and the beaches were filled with too much people and tourists for his liking.

He recalled Walden Pond, who people associated most with Henry David Thoreau. The pond was excellent for those who wanted a serene walk in the early mornings. Ezra himself walked around the pond countless of times while occasionally taking a dip in the clear waters, where pebbles would dig into the sole of his feet. Thoughts of water suddenly gave him the desire to take a swim. Ezra mused he might do just that come tomorrow, when the sun was back up. For now, he was content with weaving his way through the tall grass and bushes.

Plucking a leaf from a nearby branch, he studied the green veins as if the leaf was a magical plant. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), it was just a normal leaf. He turned to Hotaru, his fellow Hufflepuff. “I’ve heard of fireflies, just not lightning bugs. Is that what people call them here?” He paused as he stepped over a particularly large root that jutted from the ground in front of him. That would have caused a nasty fall.

“I never had the chance to see one up close though. There weren’t any in the places I stayed at previously so this would be my first time catching him.” He paused again, running through his mind to see if he could remember any references to glow worms that he might have forgotten. “I...what are glow worms? I’m...asking a lot of questions. Sorry. I probably heard about them at some point…” He sighed, as if he was reluctant to admit the next part. “...it’s been hard for me to focus lately. I keep forgetting what I’m doing or things I should know.”

He stared at the leaf in his hands before releasing it so that it returned to the woods. That was when he noticed the cat perched upon the trees. His eyes gazed upon the feline creature, giving it a brief wave before turning his attention back on its owner.

“Net then? I think it’d--” His voice caught in his throat at the sight of glowing little lights. A sort of wonder filled his senses. He couldn’t believe that fireflies were actually around. Excitement filled his voice. “Hotaru, look.” A finger was pointed in the direction of a glowing bug that sat on one of the leaves in a tree.

@Hotaru Myeong

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Hotaru Myeong
 Posted: Aug 2 2017, 11:34 AM
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"The sky is so beautiful. A graveyard of stars."

AGE:
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Hotaru Myeong
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Casting a look upwards towards the redhead’s face, Hotaru could see the shift in his confusion. She could also see a little bit of excitement color his usually tired features. Life breathed into Ezra as he became interested in what they were doing. At first it seemed he had not been too keen on following her anywhere and it wouldn’t have bothered the petite witch if he’d turned her offer down. But seeing him peer past the shadows in an effort to find their elusive prey made her smile softly to herself. Catching fireflies was actually a pastime for children and most viewed her actions childlike. No matter that it was simply that Hotaru enjoyed doing things other teenagers her age thought were for children, she took pleasure in their simplicities and the strong memories they could make. It was a shame to discard these traditions simply because they had been outgrown or replaced with things like partying, drinking alcohol and overly sexualizing everything. In the end she didn’t judge them, everyone did something different to make themselves happy.

“Lightning bugs is a common term everywhere, but perhaps not as common as I thought. And Lightning Bug does sound exponentially more exciting than Fireflies. Flies in general aren’t much liked, are they?” she said softly, turning to look at Ezra with a smile as he looked and sounded confused about the glow worms. “Glow worms are just Fireflies in their larva state. And you’re doing just fine, if you didn’t ask questions we’d be walking awkwardly through the dark.” Her dismissal of his apology wasn’t meant to be offensive but more to put him at ease. Hotaru would happily answer each and every one of his questions to the best of her abilities. Although it did worry the Hufflepuff to hear that he had been having a hard time focusing and remembering things. “Ezra, if you ever need to talk I am just a quick call away. Adjusting to new places is… difficult and not something you should feel like you need to do alone. I don’t know your circumstances but I believe that whatever they are, you are doing as well as is expected.”

“No nets necessary.” As they spotted the first signs of their quarry, Hotaru stopped and crouched down to set the jars on the grassy floor. She took out her wand and mumbled a spell under her breath into the opening of each jar, the excitement in Ezra voice making her happy she’d brought him along. Each jar was filled with a flickering light that mimicked that of the firefly they’d both spotted. Fingers curled around one jar and she held it up to him; saying softly “take this. Follow the lights.” Hotaru pointed towards the next tree where three lights flickered on and off in a steady rhythm. They were approaching the field she’d seen. Then she picked up her own jaw and picked her way through the grass, Salem shooting forward ahead of them with the quiet stealth of a true predator. Though Hotaru lost sight of him quickly, she knew he’d be there when they arrived.

A few more feet and they were surrounded by lights blinking on and off. They came from above them, spread out like pollen blown off flowers by the wind as they rose from the flowers and grasses below. Some clung to trees and others to leaves, while the rest floated along quietly. They had gone silent as they’d heard the boy and his small witch companion arrive; but Hotaru had placed a stilling hand on Ezra’s arm and then brought a finger to her lips. In the following seconds of their silence and immobility the clearing was dark and then suddenly burst into light; signaled into life by one single daring firefly at first. It was like watching fireworks explode in a starless sky.


She held her uncapped jar aloft and then smoothly moved, quiet as her familiar through the grass; showing Ezra how to pull fireflies into their jars by moving it through the air. The single touch of fairy light inside their respective jars drew fireflies towards them, the rhythm appealing to the glowing bugs.

@Ezra Spitznogle

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