Sparks fly from her fingertips [Deirdre]

Things had been interesting between himself and his unlikely date, but Ezra wasn’t really going to question it. Deirdre and he had never been close in school, and had really only connected because he loved party potions and she was skilled enough to make them herself. Even so, ever since that gala in May, he had been in contact with her. He had been feeling giddy at the prospect of spending more time with her, even if nothing would happen. He couldn’t help daydreaming of catching her lips and pressing her into the mattress, but it wasn’t all about sex for him. She was interesting, funny, kind of cool. He liked her.

So, he had invited her out on a day trip. They would ride to the coast, watch the sunset, maybe hold hands. Maybe he’d get up the guts to kiss her, or maybe he wouldn’t. He had made her a mixtape for the car ride over there, not that she would really have any way to play it when she went home. Maybe he’d need to get her a tape player too. He thought she might want to listen to the mix more than just on the drive there.

The windows were down and his hand moved over to her knee playfully as the song changed. They were close to the coast, but the sun was getting close to going down. He wanted to catch the sunset. He revved the engine a bit, speeding up. “I really wanna make it there before sunset, D.” He explained. “I think it’ll be cool watching the sun set over the coast. We can make a little fire, having a little picnic or something, watch the sun set. If we’re feeling really ballsy, maybe we can skinny dip.” He joked, mostly just wanting to see her naked.

“Unless you brought your swimsuit, of course.” He laughed. “Or, you know, I wouldn’t mind regardless.” He teased playfully, giving her knee a little squeeze before moving his hand to the gear-shift to change gears. He glanced at her. “Whatcha think of the mixtape? I tried really hard to think of songs that reminded me of you.” Witchy Woman by the Eagles began playing.

@Deirdre Coltrane

As a pureblood witch, Deirdre knew very little about muggle means of transportations. She was aware that there were cars but she had never really sat in one before. Now that she did, she thought she preferred trains where she could get up from her seat during the ride and move if she felt like it. She felt confined in this little vehicle and didn’t like the sound of the engine. To her it sounded a little threatening, unhealthy.

Ezra had put music on - that was an advantage of a car, on a train people could not listen to their chosen music anyway - and she didn’t know what to make of it that he had made a mixtape with songs for her. It felt… nice, flattering, but also mildly unsettling. What were his expectations for this trip?

His hand touched her knee and Deirdre felt that she twitched a little at his touch. It felt strange to her but not unpleasant. It had just surprised her. To make up for it, she offered a rare smile.

When he spoke of his plans for the evening, she nodded. Watching the sunset sounded nice but also romantic and when he mentioned that they could skinny dip, the girl felt a little awkward. She didn’t comment, though, just offered him a small sphinx-like smile.

“I love it,” Deirdre answered his question about the mixtape. “And it’s a first. Nobody ever made a mixtape for me before.” She didn’t actually like all the songs on the tape but she definitely appreciated the gesture.