* ( celia moon / @peachblshes )
truth be told, ezra was starting to get bored of the party he was in. the drinks were downright awful, he lost track of the friends he had come with and he didn’t feel particularly chatty to keep up the conversations. but the night was still young and he was never one to leave a party early so he decided to seclude himself in an empty corner, lazily taking sips of the horrible booze they had offered — junho takes the cake when it comes to hosting parties at this point — while watching his fellow batchmates make a fool of themselves in front of their peers. if he had been in a better mood, he wouldn’t have hesitated to join them.
as he scanned the room again for any of his friends, his eyes fell on a certain girl in particular. something about her was familiar, which wasn’t surprising, as he could recognize almost everyone at the party, with most of them being frequent partygoers and thus, ran in the same circle. but she was different. she definitely did not belong in the party scene, for one, which made her stuck out like a sore thumb to ezra and it wasn’t until he had to squint real hard (maybe his glasses was in desperate need of a fix) did he realize who it was.
for a moment, he wondered if it was possible to have a heart attack right there and then. it couldn’t be the younger spring witch who he always stumbled upon in the corner of the spring house giving lame names to plants, and yet there she was, in flesh and blood, at a party. of all places! without even realizing it, he had found himself in front of her, tugging on her arm. “what are you doing here, celia?” ezra hissed.