Kairi's stepmom, Ezrie. We hate her
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from South Korea
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from Russia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Maldives

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Spain

seen from Maldives
seen from Kyrgyzstan
seen from United States
seen from India

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from Kyrgyzstan
Kairi's stepmom, Ezrie. We hate her

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
Ezra Beckett / Ezrie aesthetics
â„ â â â Ezra
â„ - What does âloveâ mean to them?
Love for a long time, Ezra just assumed heâd never have because he was only rarely able to make intimate connections with people. Then after awhile love was a terrible and tragic thing that made him into something he wasnât, a heartbreaker. These days itâs better, and heâs really truly in love, and all it means to him is that heâs safe. All it means to him is that heâs home.
â - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?
Ezra prefers daytime! He adores mornings and wakes up early to watch the sunrise, and loves the warmth of the sunshine more than just about anything. It makes him happy and it gives him energy to be productive. The night makes him sleepy, but also he supposes he likes it quite a bit because, well... dat sexy nightlife.Â
â - If theyâre caught out in the rain how do they react?
Moody as fuck honestly, hahaha. Ezra hates getting wet. Remember his animagus is a large cat, heâs miserable out in the rain and will complain until heâs reminded heâs a fucking wizard and can just conjure an umbrella or something.
â - Do they value loyalty?
More than anything! Ezraâs a Hufflepuff through and through, and loyal till the end. His friends might be few and far between but heâs aggressively loyal to them. There was that one time though, that he cheated on Lydia but we donât talk about that. It wasnât his proudest moment.
do not fall in love with me. for i will need you. [x]
I want ship meme for ezrie. KTHX
Yessss.Â
Who would throw the other in the pool:Â I think if Georgie were physically able to throw Ezra in the pool, she would but otherwise this is definitely an Ezra move omfg.
Who is the better carer when the other is sick:Â This is classic Ezra, heâs so fussy over her when sheâs sick even though he despises the general uncleanliness of the whole thing. But I just picture lots of cuddles and storytelling and Ezra attempting to make good food and blankets and warmth. Lots of warmth. Human heat radiator Ezra to make sure sheâs always warm.
Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them: OH MY GOD, HAHAHA. Georgie okay!! And sheâd have to literally force him because heâs so ridiculously uncoordinated with normal sports as it is, but extreme sports okay, like dear god I think he might die. I bet Georgieâs excellent with sports, I mean sheâs rather nimble and flexible as a dancer, and sheâs been in Quidditch matches before and sheâs so fucking smug sheâs found something she will always be better at, than Ezra. Dragging this lanky dork out to mountain skiing solely to boost her self-esteem.Â
Who would cook the better romantic dinner:Â Georgie would cook it better, but Ezra would set the scene better.
Who would build the blanket fort in the living room: Ezraaaaaa. Heâs done this since they were like, third years. And he continues to do this whenever Georgieâs PMSing. Georgie insists on watching Beauty and the Beast on repeat.
Who would have the best holiday ideas: This could have multiple meanings because are we talking Christmas holidays or trips in general?? Christmas, omg that would be Ezra because heâd slyly make everything lead back to lame jokes and shit. But Georgie would have the best ideas of where to go, and Ezra would be the best at logically planning it out. âOkay Georgie, Day One weâre going to have breakfast by 8am, get out to the dock by 10am to swim with the sea lions, and then check out the secret cove at noon and thenââ â Ezra. Weâre gonna wing it.â
Who would need to clean out the otherâs stuff to make room for their own:Â Ezra would keep everything rather clean anyway unless heâs really focused on something. Actually omg I see Georgie making dinner and just sighing because Ezra spontaneously made the kitchen table his workspace for fixing the leg of some dying animal or something.Â

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch âą No registration required âą HD streaming
Ezrie: 5, 12, 17. >:] Eshie: 10. Augie: 9. *shia voice* JUST DO IT.
Strap in you little fuck, because shitâs about to get live!! Iâve done them in reverse order though!!
âSuck on that, Forbes!â God he was an insufferable little shit, they were only one lap into Mario Kart, and already he was trash talking. Georgie had invited August around for dinner, which they did most weeks; but with Ezra running late, theyâd decided to dine out when he arrived home. Of course, the Gryffindor had sighted the game and now here they were, elbowing each other, knocking at the others controller, and throwing general shade. âShut up, November, I swear Iâllâ Yes!â Grinning her finger slammed down on the release button, a mischievous grin upon her face that grew ever bigger at Augustâs shriek. His fingers slammed down harder on the A button, as though somehow it might increase his speed, but the shrill ring of the countdown to his doom continued to sound, before at long last it exploded, his character flipped high in the air, as her own flew past the destruction, not even pausing as she waved. âYou, blue shelled me!â He whined, eyes narrowed as his car finally stopped spinning. âForbes, you messed with the wrong toad!â âYouâre Yoshi!â She corrected with a snort, heavily judging of his mistake, and she was sure she saw August pause and lean closer to the screen as if to check, though almost at once her straightened, tossing Georgie a dirty look.âShut up!â He hissed, lifting his nose in the air snottily, before vowing cold and just revenge, and without another word the pair hastily threw herself back into the game, but somehow she knew what was to come.For all the effort Georgie had put in to throwing August off his game, she couldnât understand how two short minutes later he was passing the finish line in first place, his controller above his head as he crowed his victory, laughing harder when she passed the finish line almost thirty seconds later⊠in tenth place! Groaning, Georgie steeled herself for the inevitable.Â
âYou know, itâs okay to cry.â There it was, his shining moment for which Georgie was sure sheâd hear no end, not for the entire evening, and then the rest of their lives. âWould you like my shoulder? A tissue? Maybe soââ âI hate you.â Georgie laughed, punching August lazily in the shoulder as she flopped back onto the sofa, August following suit, his arm wrapping around her shoulder to draw her closer. âWhatâs my prize, because I have a suggestionââ âYou canât have, Ezra.â August always had suggestions, more often than not surrounding Ezra and his rear, and whilst she was a fan of that topic more than anyone, and yes, whilst she flew the flag and championed that ass; she didnât exactly want to share it with anyone. Though, if she had to share Ezra with someone it would undoubtedly have been with August. âJust for a day?â He was smirking, eyes bright, excitable, like the big kid he was, but, Merlin, was he was predictable, not that she could blame him, because as men went, August had excellent taste, and really Georgie wasnât sure there was any prize was better than a day with Ezra⊠except maybeâ âThe night?â August interjected, making Georgie snort, the noise catching in her throat. She was really beginning to think that her friend had somehow developed a form of telepathy, because it was uncanny sometimes how in tune their lines of thought were. âAugust Caverly!â She admonished, poking his side with surprising strength, the man groaning whilst attempting to tickle her relentlessly. Squealing, Georgie had bucked, her legs flying up in an attempt to kick August away, but he was used to this by now, and one arm was already in place, shoving her legs beneath his armpit, before reaching for her sides once more, a triumphant smile stretching his lips, as he hummed, not at all deterred by her flailing form. âSt-stop!â She called, breathless and pleading, as she pushed at her friends hands, who after a moment of careful deliberation removed them  in a most merciful manner, allowing Georgie to regain her breath before⊠âOkay, an hour with Ezra?â Flopping onto his tummy, feet dangling over the edge of the sofa, August batted his lashes, eyes wide and innocent, though Georgie seriously doubted anyone of sound mind would have innocent intentions with only an hour of Ezraâs time. âDone.â She chirped, already laughing when keys began to jangle and the front door opened. Augustâs look of innocent dropped, a dirty smile appearing in its place as Ezra entered the room. Immediately the former Hufflepuff narrowed his eyes, hovering at the door as he assessed the pair of them and the room with a sweeping glance. âDid he beat you at you Mario Kart, again?â Ezra asked, the corner of his mouth twitching, and Georgie could do nothing but force her eyes away from him. âGoddamn, Georgie⊠fine, fine⊠come on August. Iâm taking you to dinner.â
âI just want this.â She was begging now, really begging, her finger wrapped around a photo frame that she couldnât bare to look at right now, but she would, in the days to come sheâd stare at that flickering image and try to work out just how things had gone so terrible wrong, so quickly. Tears streamed silently down her face, and despite trying, she still couldnât seem to get her breathing right, but that was fitting she supposed, when everything had gone so wrong. âWhat donât you want, Esha? You really came back here for a picture?â Jamieâs voice wasnât nearly as sharp as it could have been, even now he was holding back, even now she imagined that he wished to make her smile. Still, he wouldnât, not while he still believed sheâd betrayed him, and despite her protests, her promises that she never could, he refused to believe her. For a while, Esha had debated offering to take veritaserum, to prove that nothing had happened with Dallas, that they were just good friends and nothing more but⊠what relationship would that be, where Jamie didnât trust her word? Where she had to take a potion any time he doubted her. It made her heart ache, the whole thing, and she wondered how Jamie couldnât see right now, that she loved the very bones of him. Biting her lip, Eshaâs fingers ghosted across the pane of glass, eyes shut tight. How could he stand to breathe? It felt like hell in her chest, and each word they exchange tasted like a prolonged goodbye. âNothing happened between us. I⊠I know what it looked like, but you know me, Jamie.â And he did, he knew her better than most, and heâd known her for so long, but she knew him too, knew him better perhaps than he thought she did. Sheâd felt this coming for a while, but she hadnât thought it would go down quite like this, and perhaps sheâd hoped it wouldnât hurt as bad for having expected it, but it was all too convenient. âYou love her, donât you?â No part of what she said felt like a question, and how could it when she knew the answer. Eshaâs hand clutched tighter at the photo, a wave of hurt hitting her again. âKipp and I⊠weâre notââ Words seemed to fail him, and Esha was sure she could see guilt in his eyes. âI love, you.â Jamie insisted, and yes of course he did, Esha believed that with everything she was; but he loved Kipp too; perhaps even more. âI know, but thatâs not enough anymore, is it?â Her voice was giving out, theyâd been talking for hours, and they shouldnât have drawn it out so long, both knowing how it would end. Slowly, Esha set the photo down on the table, exhaling gently as she dropped her eyes to the picture frame. Six short months earlier sheâd posed for that picture, Jamieâs arms around her waist, his face practically split in two with how wide his grin was. A moment later heâd pressed his face into her neck, and she was giggling, struggling to brandish her left hand at the camera, but it was plain to see from the way the jewel caught the light, just what it was they were celebrating. Dropping her eyes to her hand, Esha tugged the ring free, placing it down gently upon the table, and then stepped back, reaching for her bag and coat. She couldnât see Jamie, no, she was carefully avoiding his eyes altogether, but she sensed the sudden panic in him, the abruptness of what had just happened, still he said nothing, hovering on the edge of her vision, and it took everything to swallow the lump in her throat as she made for the door. âEsha!â Already Jamie was crossing the distance between them with ease, but already she was shaking her head, though he paid her no mind, his fingers brushing away the tears that still dampened her cheeks. âWe can fix this. You and me forever, remember?â Smiling at the memory, Esha leaned momentarily into his touch, turning only to press a kiss to his palm, âwe should have to remember, it should just be.â She explained, taking a step back, the space between them feeling so much greater than it really was. It felt like not so long ago sheâd walked through the door, and now she was turning to leave once more. For good. âThe.. the photo?â Jamie tried, his voice shaking now, and Esha wondered whether he wanted to draw this moment out as long as she did, too, because she doubted either of them would have the strength to stand seeing each other for a long while; still she didnât stop, her feet not daring to pause for fear sheâd never drum up the courage to leave Jamie, and so without turning she called back to him. âIâll come back for it.â When she remembered how to smile without him, then maybe she would.
Kara had filled in the competition in the back of Witch Weekly mostly as a joke, neither one of them expected to win, and as such, when Georgie was contacted three months later and informed that a car would be along to collect them the very next evening, she had mostly certainly forgotten about it; which had in turn led to a most awkward conversation. Apparating across London to the Studio her sister owned, half scaring, Kara to death in the process; Georgie had laughingly explained that theyâd won the two VIP tickets to watchâ  "Scamander and the Creatures?â Kara echoed in disbelief, snorting and rolling her eyes. Leafing through the magazine, Georgie grinned. "Yeah? Iâve heard their good,â at least according to the reporter they were, and well if they werenât, at least the band wasnât half bad to look at. Particularly the front man. âSo youâll come?â âA wizarding concert? Like Iâd miss that!â Fastforward twenty-four hours and Georgie had been forever glad Kara had decided it would be simply hilarious to enter the competition. âSo heâs, Scamander, Iâm guessing?â Karaâs voice was barely a whisper above the screaming crowd, and Georgie had chuckled, dancing a little closer to Kara, to avoid the bodies pushing against her. âI uh, think his name is Ezra Bucket or something⊠Scamander is a reference toââ The lights suddenly dropping, and a hush drawing over the crowd, silenced quickly the words on her lips, though Kara still looked eager for explanation. Shrugging she leaned in once more. âUh nevermind, Iâll tell you later.â The concert seemed to pass by in a blur, even with an encore and requests, though neither Kara nor Georgie got to stay for the last song. No, instead they were descended on, being dragged from the crowd by two men in black shirts, with âCREW,â emblazoned right across their chest. Kara arched a perfect brow, ready to unleash hell at being manhandled, but one desperately pleading look from Georgie seemed to leash the beast, and so Kara sighed, allowing herself, and Georgie to be pulled backstage, and then through a series of corridors; twisting and turning before being pushed with finality, into a warm yellow-lit room, already filled with people. Shuffling in, Kara quickly made a beeline for a comfortable couch, throwing her likely aching feet up on to the table just in front. Georgie heaved a sigh, running a hand through her hair. Everything somehow already seemed to be in full swing; drinks and music and more food than Georgie thought had ever lined the tables at Hogwarts, and that was fine, except it was daunting with all the familiar famous faces, dotted about the room. Kara was so at ease, and Georgie envied that, though she didnât really have a single idea who anyone was, which was rather amusing, and evidenced when a moment later, a cackle to her right stilled the room. Georgie instinctively flinched, groaning at once, could Kara have any less chill? Turning she found her slouched beside the female drummer, a raven-headed woman, who looked glad of Karaâs company despite her nervous laughter. All in all, Georgie had been counting on Kara to kind of stick by her side, not just for the company, but that she wasnât actually all that sure, you could bring muggles to wizarding concerts. With a half a mind to walk over and steal her mother back, Georgie was seconds away from doing so, when a greeting, friendly and light, drew her to a stop. Turning to face the direction from which it came, Georgie was most surprised to find Ezra Bucket, with a happy, but arguably tired smile on his face. His gaze seemed to linger and it seemed to Georgie that sheâd quite suddenly, and at the least opportune time, forgotten how one responded to a hello, and so hesitantly she waved, offering back what she hoped was a smile of her own.They stood in companionable silence for a few moments, Ezra turning to pour himself a drink, and god she really needed to try if she was going to make it through this evening. Sheâd been having such fun before, why couldnât she now? A joke. Tell him a joke! From the furthest corner of her mind, a suggestion which drew a frown and made her bite her bottom lip. âI didnât know you could sing.â Ezra Beckett raised an eyebrow, lip quirked in amused questioning, and Georgie felt like a dick. A dick of monumental proportions. Why was that the first thing sheâd thought to say?! âSorry, it was a joke⊠a bad joke. I donât know why I thought⊠Sorry.â Reaching for a dragon puff, Georgie without hesitation stuffed her mouth. She could get through the rest of the evening like this, ensuring her mouth was well and truly busy at every given moment and maybe then she wouldnât get herself kicked out. Georgie was sure that would work alongside another thousand apologies, when suddenly Ezra Beckett was laughing, head tossed back, eyes alight with humour, staring at Georgie like sheâd just won comic of the year. âWhatâs your name, again?â He asked, when his laughter had quelled enough to speak. His gaze now averted, Georgie watched as Ezra poured two small glasses of black death, before handing her one, nodding once more as if to encourage her to answer his question, but it was slightly difficult when people around the room seemed to be nudging each other, and staring in their direction. âI uh, Georgie Forbes. I won the tickets, my mum came with m-â Words catching in her throat, Georgieâs eyes widened, finding Kara now straddling the drummers lap, mouth locked in a heated kiss. âMerlin, give me strength.â âLooks like your motherâs having a good time, Rom will take good care of her. Come on!â He was laughing again, mouth drawn up in a cheeky grin as he tugged her over to a couch of their own, his hand resting in hers. âSo tell me, do you and your mother normally cause a stir like this? What do you do, I bet itâs something as bizarre and strange as yourself.â He was fixing her with that look, smoldering, like she was the only person he could see; eyes dark and impenetrable and so easy to sink beneath. And she was, sinking, closer and closer, until his face was a fraction from hers. His eyes flickered to her mouth and hovered for a moment, before she finally brought them together, heated breaths mingling as Ezra drew her into him for for a fraction of a second before they both separated, to the sound of hoots and hollers. âSorry.â She muttered sheepishly, as Ezra reached to push the hair from her face, a smirk on his own. âYou say that a lot, do you actually mean it?â He asked, eyebrows raised once more. âNot really.â âExcellent.â He grinned, leaning forward once more to steal her lips, and if it was only for tonight, at least it would be something to remember.
They were in the middle of nowhere, and if Georgie had to hazard a guess, she would have said the Welsh valleys. The rolling hilltops and bleating sheep had only been her second clue. The rich stench of manure had been her first; still it was fair to say that the Order had come a long way in the last three years. Theyâd had to after all. Georgie could still remember the day it had happened, fifth year, off home for the summer, her head resting on Ezraâs shoulder, knees drawn up on her seat as they drew up at the station. Years later there was still no indication of how theyâd managed to steal onto the train, or of how theyâd hidden themselves, but it was plain sick that theyâd waited. Watched and listened in to the sound of chatter and laughter of the soon to be dead, just to watch them fall in front of their loved ones. Theyâd sent a clear message. Muggle is might. Ezra had dragged her away, gunshots still ringing, and had dropped down into the tracks, dragging Georgie with him. Somehow heâd cast an invisibility charm upon them, and later she was suitably impressed heâd been able to, with one hand pressed against her mouth to stem her screams, and the other tight around her waist. In the aftermath, when the dust had settled and the screaming had turned into strangled sobs, eyes turned to their lawmakers, their protectors, but no one had been prepared, not even the Order. Their eyes had been on the pure of blood, and now that same blood was spattered against the brickwork, mixing with the red of the Hogwarts Express. That was the day the Muggleborns fought back, and it was also the day that Georgie had lost Kara. Not a day had been the same since. Two years down the line, the magical world was in chaos, a pureblood resistance rising up to crack against the muggleborn, but they were no match. Too long theyâd taken for granted the knowledge the muggle world had to offer, and now it was being used against them, and if things didnât change, what future would they be left with. So, muggleborn or not sheâd signed up for the Order, Ezra rolling his eyes, but dutifully signing up with her, and now here they were, some obscure safe house, in the heart of nowhere. Wales. They were definitely in Wales. âYou canât protect me.â Sheâd not asked him too, and fuck if he died⊠She couldnât even bare to think about it, to be the cause of another death. Georgie Forbes didnât need protecting, she was strong and smart, and useful. Why did the world look at her like she needed to be protected. âIâm not standing here to protect you. Iâm here becauseâŠâ âLet me guess, because Kara wouldnât want this for me, and you feel itâs your duty to look after me.â She was no oneâs responsibility, and Kara was dead. Sheâd never forget the sight of her sist- her mother, as she soon learned; dead on the floor, blonde hair sticky and congealed with her own blood. Georgie hadnât thought it possible for a human to make a noise like she had. It had been as though her chest had been ripped open, and sheâd wailed, the noise low in her gut, her entire body alive with pain as sheâd cradled Kushâs head, pleading with her to open her eyes. "No. Because I love you-â Shaking her head, Georgie frowned, but Ezra hadnât even paused for breath as he continued to explain hurriedly just why he was signing up for something he didnât even believe it. â-and I know you have to do this, and if I can accept that, you need to accept that Iâm going to be right there with you.â By the time Ezra was almost through, realisation of his confession seemed to have dawned upon him, and Georgie was 420% sure she could see the smallest spattering on a blush against his cheeks. âDid you just say that you loââ She was smug as anything, a grin upon her face, in spite of not getting the entirety of her sentence out. âOh, shut up.â Ezra retorted quickly. âShutting up.â She nodded in amusement, though she jabbed him in the arm with her elbow anyway. âMe too.â
Weddingâs, Georgie feared were supposed to be happy occasions, particularly when it was oneâs Motherâs wedding; but with the combination of love and liquor around the room, she was practically guaranteed to find happiness one way or another.An hour and a half later, Georgie had reached the very probable conclusion that everything was quite clearly Karaâs fault. It was her complete and utter inability to let things lie, and really she wouldnât have been in this situation at all, in this entire mess to begin with, had she not poked and prodded and nagged Georgie into submission. Why though, why on earth had she decided to listen to her, to chase after Ezra after all these years. Who did that? Turned up at their exâs door four years down the line, and tried to break up their wedding? Georgie Forbes did. Thatâs who. And all sheâd done since that day was regret it, because she couldnât imagine for a second that it would have hurt this bad if sheâd stayed away, if sheâd just let him have his happily ever after without intrusion.She was mad at him though; so angry that heâd dismissed her despite everything theyâd shared. Heâd been afraid once too, had made choices that only served to cut her deeper, under the guise of trying to protect her, and sheâd forgiven him, loved him all the while⊠even with knowing that her mistakes were greater, sheâd wanted him pull her closer, to part his lips and whisper three words into her ear. âAre you drunk?âNo. No that wasnât right, that wasnât what sheâd wanted him to say. How was she getting it wrong even in her head? But Merlin, even the faux sound of him, was enough to make her warm, for a flickering few seconds, and when it passed she drew her glass to her lips once more, the fire whiskey catching in the light, far too familiar, eyes that sheâd never see again; and without hesitation she downed the rest of her glass, the burn not quite as fulfilling, but pleasant enough. âOkay youâve definitely had too much.âNo she hadnât. That wasnât true at all. Sheâd never have enough. Not when she was still imagining his voice, a full week after seeing him. He was married now; and Georgie was⊠better off alone. âLish-en buddy. Iâm fine.â Her mouth felt like it was padded with cotton wool, but otherwise she wasnât lying, because fine, as everyone in the English speaking world knew, meant not fine at all.âWhat have I told you about lying to me, Georgie?â It was the curl of her name, gentle, yet scolding, which had her so quickly on edge, so reluctant to turn and face whoever it was sitting next to her, because she was sure either way she would hurt. It was knee-jerk though, it always had been, and sure enough there he was, Ezra Beckett. Heartbreaker. Life ruiner. Apparently here to injure her further. Softly she groaned, dropping his gaze quickly to wave at the barman sheâd become fast friends with. âDo you really need anoth-ââDo you really need to be here!â She erupted, her eyes sliding quickly to his. In this light they were more coffee brown, dark and indecipherable, but at least she could order more fire whiskey without the reminder of him. âKara invited me.â That was inconvenient, and now that Ezra mentioned it, Georgie was sure she could feel a familiar and very keen pair of eyes staring into the back of her head. Kara was unbelievable!âOf course she did. And did you bring your wife?â She sounded so bitter, so wounded, and she hated every part of herself for not being able to show Ezra she was doing just brilliantly without him; that his now permanent absence from her life was doing her a world of good. The clink of a fresh glass of whiskey placed in front of her, startled them both, and Georgie could only beam up at the angel dressed in black and white tie; but the moment she reached for the glass, it was moving away; a tan, freckled hand darting towards it with such speed that the alcohol sloshed against the rim, spilling across his hand, in his haste to keep the two lovers apart. âEzra!ââI didnât come here to watch you drink yourself into a coma, Georgiââ Whatever was coming out of Ezraâs mouth was of little concern to Georgie in that moment, her mind was too full of questions, and once again her mouth felt thick with cotton. All Georgie could do was stare, eyes wide, fixed on his face, watching as he hurried to get out whatever it was he had to say, but it was too late, heâd slipped up, and Georgie was sure she wasnât imagining herself sobering up, her mind becoming clearer, even as she stared at him in disbelief. Throwing a hand up, she halted him, her head tilting as she swallowed, her eyes darting back down to his hand, and then to his face once more. âEzra. Ezra, shut up. Why arenât you wearing a wedding band?â
Ezrie: 2, 19 Eshie: 6, 15 Karmilly: 4 do the thing!!! >:]
YEAHHHH, ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP BITCH WE GOING FOR A RIDE.Â
God, ties were the worst. Maybe it was his fault for never learning, but heâd rather pin the blame at the moment on Lydia, who had very firmly told him heâd better wear a tie for the wedding, because they were at least 69% better-looking on him than bow-ties. He smiled at the thought, amused by her reasoning. He couldnât be annoyed with her for this if he tried. The fact the wedding was tomorrow too⊠it made it entirely too difficult to be even a little put off by her.Â
The doorbell rang and Ezra sighed, undoing the measly knot heâd done. Maybe heâd have to call Hayden or Mandy to help him out, or maybe just let someone do it tomorrow when it was actually necessary. Still, he sort of wanted to be able to prove that he was capable of something so simpleâŠ
Hurrying over to the door, he opened it with the tie still in his hand, and met a pair of blue eyes he hadnât been expecting to see ever again. They flickered from his face, to his tie, and then back again and the pause was so long that Ezra tensed. Then she suddenly moved, her hand gripping the back of his neck as she forced him down to her height and pressed her lips firmly to his. It was instinctive for him to sink into it, even if only for a moment, because god there had been a time where heâd worshipped the way her lips moved against his. And the way her touch sent lightning through his veins was entirely too familiar even with how long it had been.Â
Still though, he pulled back, pushing against her shoulder and forcing her back. They separated, each with a gasp, and she looked up at him looking more alive than heâd ever seen her. And he felt it too, he was suddenly vibrating with her energy, maybe even his combinedâŠ
âGeorgie, what the fuck are you doing?â
âStopping thisââ
âIâm getting married tomorrow!â
âI canât let you do that.â
Disbelief hit him, and he wasnât about to make it subtle, because anger accompanied it. âAre you fucking with me? You actually have the nerve to show up here after four years of nothing?â Â
âI made a mistake, Ez,â she said suddenly, and the word caught him off-guard for just a moment. She shook her head, lazy curls bouncing against her jacket. Sheâd cut her hair⊠it looked like it had just grown out of a pixie cut, because it was a bob now. He was only drawn to her hair though, because the sight of it reminded him how much he used to love braiding it, even though heâd long since stopped regarding it as theirs. He braided Lydiaâs hair everyday, and he no longer saw it as a mistake.
âA mistake,â he echoed, bitterly. âRight. You disappearing after I gave you time to think, no trace of you left to find, that was a mistake? You not reaching out to me for four years, do you mean that mistake? You cutting off every way to find you, were you referring to that mistake?â
âAll of it,â she answered, her voice cracking, and she looked down swiftly. âI lost myself, Ez⊠I didnât know what I was doing.â
âYeah, well, you lost me too,â he tacked on coldly. âYou canât stop me from marrying her, much like I obviously couldnât stop you from leaving. You have no right.â At least Ezra had come back to her months after heâd made his series of mistakes, but she had taken years, and now it was a different matter entirely. âGo, Georgie.â
âLet me tie that,â she interrupted him, ignoring his command. She seized the tie before he could protest, throwing it over his head and by then he could only sit still, because there was a finality about the way she wove it all into place. When she pushed the knot up toward his throat, it was slower, and her fingers hesitated before pulling back again. âWhoâs going to tie it for you tomorrow?â
âNot you.â The stab of hurt from her was immediately apparently, and he felt a little guilty for the cruel quip. âJust go.â He stepped back into his house, but she didnât move.Â
âEzra Beckett, I love you. I really, truly, completely do.â
âThen your mistake was loving me.âÂ
And the door closed between them.
It was raining, hard, and Ezra was shivering from how cold it was. Still, it was 2038, and history had long since outlawed smoking in public places so he tolerated it, lingering beneath the overhang of the bar heâd been in all night. He was about ready to leave anyway; after this cigarette heâd be off for the night, walking home. He was lucky he lived close, he didnât think he could wait long enough after drinking to be able to apparate home.Â
The door to the apartment next door suddenly banged open and a girl stumbled out, maybe his age, slamming it behind her and running her hands through her hair in clear frustration. Half a second later, he felt a mixture of anger and general upsetness hit him. He watched her curiously, assessing her. He was good at this sort of thing, figuring people out. From the emotions he was getting, it was obvious sheâd just had a fight of some sort, with someone she lovedâprobably a boyfriend. And when she turned, raking her damp hair out of her eyes again, he could see the fight had gotten physical.
And he also recognized her.
âGeorgie Forbes,â he called, lowering his cigarette. She turned again at the sound of her name, eyeing him until he decided to brave the rain. Jogging out from his little shelter, he hurried into the overhang of the apartment building. Her blue eyes regarded him warily, and she let her hair fall past her shoulder again, half-shielding her face. The part that was marked.Â
âDo I know you?â she asked.
âMaybe,â he said, vaguely at first, then elaborated, âI went to Hogwarts with you. I was in the year above you, in Ravenclaw. I wouldnât expect you to remember me though, I kept to myself quite a bit.â
âOh,â she said suddenly, and recognition sparked in her. âEzra. Ezra Heart, right?â He nodded in confirmation. âI remember you. You lied, you never kept to yourself. You had that big group of friendsâŠâ She smiled a tiny smile, looking down.
âI wouldnât say they were friends,â he disagreed. They were convenient, and useful, but they werenât friends. Ezra didnât have many of those. âWhatâs going on, Georgie?â he asked significantly, after a moment of quiet.Â
She looked at him sharply, as if wondering how he had the right to ask that. He probably didnât, not at all, but Ezra had always been curious about people, and his mother had always told him he should use his gift not just to âweasel out peopleâs life stories,â but also to help them in some manner.Â
Still, she surprised him a little by answering. âMy boyfriend kicked me out. Broke up with me. Yelled at me.â
âHit you,â Ezra finished, earning a dark look from her.Â
âYeahâŠâ she said quietly, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. âI should probably call a friend, but itâs late.â She was right, it was just past 3am, and only the drunk and lonely would still be up at this hour. But then there was Ezra.Â
âCome home with me,â he suggested.
ââŠWhat?â
âI live a couple blocks down. If youâve got nowhere to go, Iâve got an extra bedroom you can crash in for the night.â
Suspicion colored her emotions, and he didnât blame her in the slightest. âWhy? You hardly know me, youâve got no reason to help me.â
He shrugged. âI guess so. But my mother told me I should help people more often.â
âDo you do everything your mother tells you?â she challenged.
âMost things, or I get smacked upside the head.â
She chuckled a bit, shaking her head. She was quiet for another moment, and Ezra put out his cigarette as he waited. âYeah, okay,â she said suddenly. âJust for tonight.â A smirk lifted her lips. âNo offense, but Iâm pretty sure I could kick your ass if you ended up being bad news.â
âIâd thank you for it,â he returned with a small grin. âCâmon then, you wonât have to be cold and wet for long.â He moved past her, jogging across the street in the rain. Georgie caught up to him, ducking underneath the next buildingâs overhang. âHow do you take your tea? I can tell youâre a tea person.â
There was finally a genuine smile in her voice when she responded, âEnglish Breakfast tea, with milk. And hot enough to almost burn my tongue.â
âThereâs a secret way to Hogsmeade, Iâve known about it since my first year, câmonâŠâÂ
Jamie gestured for Esha to follow him quickly, making his way up the grand staircase. She hurried to catch up to him at his side, and Jamie tried not to be distracted by the way her long hair swished about, making up about 73% of her overall gracefulness. He seriously couldnât imagine a time where he wasnât entirely distracted by everything that she was.
âYouâre looking at me like that again,â she informed him, her lips twitching, threatening a smile as heâd come to find.
âLooking at you like what?â he asked innocently.Â
âDonât make me say it aloud.â
Jamie grinned, refusing to finish her sentence too. He had an idea of how he must look at her. Like she was the only person in this entire castle. Dang, Holden would want to wring his neck for being so embarrassingly cheesy, but only god could help him when it came to Esha Johal.
Soon enough they were on the third floor, and Jamie circled the One-Eyed Witch statue until he stood by the hump. Esha watched curiously as he pulled out his wand, tapping the statue and muttering, âDissendium.â At once, the hump opened to reveal a hole, the beginning of the passageway to Hogsmeade.
âLadies first,â he said, grinning with charm. Esha looked to be suppressing a smile again as she swept back her hair, climbing deftly onto the hump and peering down.
âAre you sure this is the way? What if we get trapped?â she asked, looking at him with a hint of anxiety.
âWellâŠâ Heâd used this passage before, but who knew when it might collapse. âThere are worse people to be trapped with, right?â
Esha looked away at that, her shoulders bouncing, before she promptly dropped into the hump, disappearing briefly from sight. Jamie crawled in after her, landing with a huff at the tunnel beneath. The hump above them closed, and they were surrounded by darkness.Â
Ah, to be in a moderately long, underground tunnel that happened to get narrow sometimes, with Esha Johal⊠Jamie was more grateful than he would ever admit, that her parents hadnât signed her off to go to Hogsmeade.
âYour parents⊠didnât you get your permission slip signed from them?â asked Esha, as if reading his mind. âPoppy is at Hogsmeade right now, she told me this morning.â
âMaybe they signed hers and not mine,â Jamie offered. âI get in trouble a lot.â In truth, they hadnât even had to think twice about signing their permission slips (they were grateful they hadnât received word Jamie had snuck out, which he found hilarious), but he didnât want to make Esha feel bad, or lonely, that she was just about the only third year that wasnât allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He could pretend, and they might get escape trips like this all the time.
The journey was shorter than Jamie remembered, but maybe that was because he was having far more fun than he supposed he should be having. He hurried on ahead as he saw the sliver of light, undoubtedly from Honeydukes. âItâs right ahead!â he announced eagerly, pressing forward and heading up the tiny set of stairs that led to the stone tile of Honeydukes. Lifting it carefully, he swept his eyes around the basement of the shop warily, making sure no one was around.
âLooks like itâs all clear,â he said, shoving the tile aside. He stepped down a bit, intending to let Esha go first if she liked, but when he did, his lips were suddenly pressing against her faceâmore specifically, pressing against her lips. For a moment they were both very still, and all Jamie could think about was how soft her lips were, exactly as heâd imagined them. But in the next moment, they both leaned away and Jamie half-stumbled, half-climbed down the stairs again. He really hadnât expected her to be so close, butâ
âIt wasnât supposed to happen like that,â he blurted out. Merlin knew heâd been daydreaming about kissing her ever since the start of this year, but this wasnât what heâd wanted at allâhe hadnât wanted it to be an accident.Â
Esha was looking down, only half her face visible from the light from Honeydukes. But a smile had curved her lips, and a light laugh left them as she looked him in the eye again. âAnd how would you have wanted it to happen then?â
âSomething way more romantic. I wanted you to be impressed and really swept off your feet. I wanted to make you laugh when I did it.â
âI am laughing,â she pointed out, and she was right; her shoulders were bouncing again, a full grin adorning her face, pink dappling her cheeks. She stepped up the stairs beside him again, and his fingers tingled just before her own brushed them. Warmth flowed through his whole body, and he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling too much like a total loser.Â
She squeezed gently, and then swooped up, lifting herself into the basement of the shop. âAre you coming?â
Jamie slid into the dark for just another moment, doing a stupid little jig that every single one of his friends would probably defriend him for, and his sister would undoubtedly disown him for, but he couldnât help it. ââŠYeah, Iâm coming.â
God, it was so weird. Over six years ago, heâd thought he could never see anyone else in the light that he saw Esha. Jamie had only been eleven though, when heâd set his sights on her, and literally it had been love at first sight. Actually, it was infatuation, as he knew now. It was strange to be standing in front of her now and not have his heart react in her presence, or make him want to fidget, or brainstorm ways to make her smile. And there were days when he missed it, but he knew love better now.
He knew he was in love now, and it wasnât with Esha Johal.Â
Sheâd gotten even more unbelievably gorgeous than his thirteen-year-old self would have ever dared to imagine; Jamie at least couldnât deny that she was still on deity-level beauty. Even when she looked sad and wistful like this.
âItâs not goodbye though, not really,â he said eventually. It felt like it though. He had a strange feeling about it. âIâll still see you around. We can catch up sometimes! Have coffee, get drinks, karaokeâŠâ He grinned.
Her lips twitched a bit, but her eyes didnât show it. She looked like she ached. âActually⊠it is sort of a goodbye.â She scuffed her shoe against the floor, looking down. âIâm moving out of the country, Iâll be going to a school in Egypt for my mastery and, er⊠I might be staying thereâŠâ
âWhat?â he protested, his heart leaping in his throat suddenly. Okay, he could deal with graduating, he could deal with the idea of only seeing her once every month or so. He could deal with her being an every-once-in-a-while presence in his life, but he didnât know if he could handle this. This was his first love, leaving the country for another much too far away, and Jamie knew he shouldnât be possessive of her presence after all this time, but he couldnât help the sudden panic. âButâyou canât! Your family is here, all your friends, and youâve got so many recommendations from your professors, and youâve said you got offers from the Ministry, to work once the holidays begin, andââ
âJamie,â she interrupted, looking him in the eye seriously. âPlease donât argue. I made this decision months ago, Iâve only just now gotten around to telling you. My other friends know. My professors know. Iâve rejected the offers. Iâm all set to leave.â
âAnd Iâm the last to know?â he asked despairingly.Â
She pursed her lips for a moment. âYouâre not the only one who treasures smiles so much.â
That struck something with him, a heavy chord that just made everything in him sink. God, heâd fought so much for her smile. And heâd taken it for granted sometimes, but heâd loved it all the same. But she⊠all along, sheâd loved his laughter too.Â
She offered him one last smile. It wasnât by far the best smile heâd ever seen on her, but it was the one heâd remember the most clearly.
Kara had been surprised when she received word from Georgie that she was the one in France instead of her. Sheâd been in Ireland for a couple days when the owl arrived, claiming Georgie was in France for work, and that sheâd like to see her for coffee if she had the time. Considering Kara was on vacation, she definitely had the time.
And so sheâd gone. Ever since Georgie had found out a few years ago that she was her mother, she went to great lengths to be a proper one. And that meant going the extra mile, as far as she was concerned. She had done plenty for Georgie as her sister, but she would still be making up for years lost as her mother for probably the rest of her life.
Arriving though, was the best. Georgie rushed up to her, throwing her arms around her neck, and Kara happily snugged into her for a moment, forever thanking god that Georgie had found it in her to go back to how things had always been with them.Â
âSo! Iâm working with the Charms professor at Beauxbatons,â Georgie explained as they walked toward a cafe Kara had looked up on her phone. âI have been for the past week, developing new spells and touching up old ones, that sort of thingâŠâ This talk was pretty much Greek to Kara, and she really wished she knew more about the technicals of magic. Though, she suspected, Ezra probably didnât have much more of a clue what she was talking about when it came to sorting out charms formulas either. ââŠbut the Headmistress wanted to meet with me for coffee too, just to assess me and that sort of thing. And Iâm taking you⊠because I can, I suppose, but I think you two would get along.â
Kara laughed. âYou think I, a normal traveling translator, would get along with the Headmistress of an entire magical school?â
âI just get the feeling,â said Georgie vaguely, but she was smiling in a way that had Kara a little suspicious. They headed into the cafe, sitting themselves down after ordering, and Kara had barely warmed her hands around the mug of her tea before a shadow fell over the table, and Georgie stood up to greet her.
âRomilly, hello,â she said, shaking her hand rather formally, before turning to Kara. âThis is my mum, Kara Forbes. And Kush, this is Romilly Calixe.â
She was far younger than Kara had expected, and they were easily about the same age. Romilly carried herself tall though, confident, with her dark brown hair curled over her shoulder and a curved smile on her face. âPleasure to meet you, Kara.â
âItâs uh⊠all mine,â said Kara after a moment, struggling to keep her cool together. Okay, this woman was all sorts of hot but she wasnât going to dare betray that, especially since she was an actual HeadmistressâŠ
Romilly pulled up a chair and Georgie suddenly proclaimed the need for biscuits, standing up swiftly and moving toward the counter. Romilly planted her elbow on the table, eyeing Kara with a smile.Â
âYouâre young to be a mother to Georgie,â she observed.
âYouâre young to be a Headmistress of an esteemed school,â Kara countered.Â
Romillyâs smile widened. âI suppose that makes us accomplished, successful people?â she offered. Her finger traced the rim of her mug before she lifted it to her lips, taking a sip, still watching Kara with an air of innocence.Â
Georgie returned, glancing between them, and Kara almost at once knew what was up. Was she really trying to set them up? Was she really doing this? Kara tried her hardest to throw shade at her daughter as discreetly as possible with her glare, but she was pretty sure Romilly caught it, and Georgie just pretended she hadnât noticed.Â
She and Romilly picked up a discussion on Georgieâs work history, and though her focus seemed to be on the young witch, she kept glancing at Kara with an amused smile, continuing her dance of the mugâs rim with her fingertips, and licking her lips after she took sips from it in a way Kara felt was deliberate. Or maybe she was just losing her observant touch.
The meeting seemed to be quite through though when Georgie got up again, to go to the bathroom, and as soon as she did Romilly turned back to Kara. Her eyes whisked down once, slowly making their way back to her face and Kara watched with scrutiny.Â
âDo you prefer private places like this, or a more social atmosphere?â she asked suddenly, and Kara shook her head, half-amused.
âWhat are you doing?â Kara inquired finally.Â
âIâm flirting with you.â The answer was so straight-forward, said in such an âIsnât it obvious?â tone that Kara felt embarrassed she hadnât picked up on it at once. âIâm curious about you.â
So was she. Especially now that the woman was laying it down on the table, she was dying to know exactly what was going through Romillyâs mind right now. Who decided they liked someone so quickly? Her. Me.Â
âI think Georgie thinks weâre a good match,â added Romilly slyly, and Kara all but face-palmed as she looked up at the girl crossing through the room again toward them. The smile on her lips, it was so obvious by now, she looked thoroughly smug.Â
Kara closed her eyes, but couldnât hold back her smile anymore. âWeâll see, wonât we?â
EZRIE. Let's hear it.
I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED.Â
Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa - Georgie. Again, Ezra would die laughing and she would never hear the end of it.Â
Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them - Canonically, they ignored their feelings for so long but honestly theyâd both think about doing it but not actually doing it, lmfao.
Who starts the tickle fights - I wanna say Ezra. Just randomly while theyâre cuddling, going at it, and itâs not in the way Georgie wanted.Â
Who starts the pillow fights - Georgie, just for the chance to possibly overpower him. Heâd still win but sheâd put up an honorable fight.
Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile - Ugh but theyâd both do this. The image suits Ezra most, but Georgie stays up far later than he does, they hold such mutual complete adoration for each other though. x3
Who mistakes salt for sugar - Georgie would. Ezra would probably encourage the mistake too, the little shit.
Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning - Georgie definitely, on accident at first. But once she figures out it annoys Ezra, she does it to passive-aggressively get back at him for something annoying heâs done.
Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines - Ezra, always.Â
Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order - Ezra. He doesnât let anyone touch the book or dvd shelf ever if they want to live.Â
Who licks the spoon when theyâre baking brownies - Georgie, haha heâd run for the hills if she offered it to him after that.Â
Who buys candles for dinners even though thereâs no special occasion - Ezra.
Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen - Definitely Ezra.Â
Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation - Georgie, maybe?? Otherwise a dork thing Ezra would do.
Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines - Hahaha, Georgie just to annoy Ezra about how petty they are.




