ezraweasley

[ezraweasley]

He smiled at her and picked up the croissant and bit into it. It flaked off as they were apt to do and left a bit of a mess on his shirt in spite of his best efforts to keep the mess on the plate. It was a perfect example of its kind but he set it down and after initial taste subsided he proceeded to tear off a piece of naan and dip it into what looked like a chutney and gave that a go. Again, he was quite happy with the dancing flavors upon his tongue and then pointed at it, “Ok, that’s good,” and then went back for the croissant in delight. For as much as he could tease Liz for being a foodie, he was about as bad, he just hid it better and required comfort foods to have as a personal touch stone. 

After a moment of pause for the food he returned to the conversation at hand, “Then we can start with the fort and see what comes from there. I’m not entirely sure what else is around it. The typical tourist agenda seems to focus mostly on sight seeing the staples and food. I reckon there's a chance there’s other stuff around there,” he offered a slight shrug and carried on with enjoying the meal. 

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]

Ezra nodded as he pictured Sara simply reaching for her wand to solve her problems like a typical magical folk. It certainly made the most sense and while he noted she didn’t use magic around Nik at all really, he also thought of the times he’d seen her in the garden using it as a tool along with the trowels and other gardening supplies one would expect. It supported his claim. Liz for whatever reason always chose monkey mode, which was endearing to him so he never really commented on the behavior unless it was a playful tease. 

He rubbed his shoulder and narrowed his eyes at his friend in a playful manner. It was on him that he mistook the threat for hyperbole. He shook his head, “Shoulda known,” he muttered in return, Ezra gestured towards the building with a simple, “Lets,” and took the first strides towards the entrance. He continued to note how cool it looked as they approached and once inside he was grateful for the aircon that came with the space.

For Nik

Ezra camped out on one of the lobby seats of the hotel. People came and went but for a large hotel the space was more empty than he would expect it to be. He found his eyes grazed over his surroundings taking in the wood panelling that held English influences in spite of this being a modern building overall. It was an odd combination of that contemporary design that had character but lacked feeling and a nod to the Colonialism that influenced, if not shaped the country. It was one of the things about travel he enjoyed, seeing how history found its way in the foundations of everything even if it was a history some would rather walk away from. Yet, forgetting the past one doesn’t like often leads to a lack of accountability and further problems the longer you walk the road away from it. It was an interesting place humanity found itself in perpetually, no matter where one or one's ancestors came from, and something Ezra pondered more than most people, he was certain of that. 

But history and architecture were not the reason he found himself waiting. No, this position in the beehive of the hotel's staff and guests was directly related to the vague plans to celebrate with his best mate. He hadn’t a clue what that meant for the afternoon's activities and he would be lying if there wasn’t anxiety about the unknown. Even if that unknown was to be traversed with the person he trusted the most. He was woefully out of practice when it came to social outings like this. The two had fallen out of going on them, at least beyond late night sits in the garden when the rest of their respected people were sleeping and they, well, weren’t. That was common. Going out into the wild with the rest of the strangers of the world wasn’t a frequent thing and that was actually a shame. They needed to be better about that, but Ezra wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a side effect of “growing up”. Still, he was excited, and he knew he was in good hands. Nik was far better at finding things to do than he was and he was certain whatever they would get up to would be a story to keep and cherish and retell in the years to come.

[ezraweasley]

In spite of himself, he laughed. His face reddened slightly at the realization that maybe he should defend Liz’s honor but at the same time he couldn’t deny the truth in it. Instead, he shook his head and offered, “I suppose that means you don’t find your wife in independent squirrel mode on the regular.” His hand went to his mouth to semi cover his own amusement. 

Ezra followed Nik’s attention to the building before them and couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of it. It was absolutely it’s own vibe and he loved that about good architecture. It was modern but it didn’t lack beauty. And it was large. He had no doubt there were many activities to be found inside. Ezra gave a nod to Nik’s confirmation that he was down with his assessment and followed his gentle instruction to leave the vehicle. He scooted to the side awkwardly and shifted out pushing his legs out until they touched the concrete and he pushed himself up to standing. He caught Nik’s words even though he only understood one of them. He didn’t realize his face had spoken for him until Nik explained himself. He gave a nod that suggested he could see the logic behind that as he’d done a little research himself about how to act in India as a whole while visiting. One should be a good guest in another’s country that made all the sense to him.

What he hadn’t expected was a punch to the shoulder. Before he could stop himself he said likely too loudly, “The fuck dude,” and punched him back with a chortle. 

For Nik

Ezra camped out on one of the lobby seats of the hotel. People came and went but for a large hotel the space was more empty than he would expect it to be. He found his eyes grazed over his surroundings taking in the wood panelling that held English influences in spite of this being a modern building overall. It was an odd combination of that contemporary design that had character but lacked feeling and a nod to the Colonialism that influenced, if not shaped the country. It was one of the things about travel he enjoyed, seeing how history found its way in the foundations of everything even if it was a history some would rather walk away from. Yet, forgetting the past one doesn’t like often leads to a lack of accountability and further problems the longer you walk the road away from it. It was an interesting place humanity found itself in perpetually, no matter where one or one's ancestors came from, and something Ezra pondered more than most people, he was certain of that. 

But history and architecture were not the reason he found himself waiting. No, this position in the beehive of the hotel's staff and guests was directly related to the vague plans to celebrate with his best mate. He hadn’t a clue what that meant for the afternoon's activities and he would be lying if there wasn’t anxiety about the unknown. Even if that unknown was to be traversed with the person he trusted the most. He was woefully out of practice when it came to social outings like this. The two had fallen out of going on them, at least beyond late night sits in the garden when the rest of their respected people were sleeping and they, well, weren’t. That was common. Going out into the wild with the rest of the strangers of the world wasn’t a frequent thing and that was actually a shame. They needed to be better about that, but Ezra wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a side effect of “growing up”. Still, he was excited, and he knew he was in good hands. Nik was far better at finding things to do than he was and he was certain whatever they would get up to would be a story to keep and cherish and retell in the years to come.

[ezraweasley]

Ezra laughed, “I’d hardly say I learned hindi. There is a very real possibility I butchered that entirely.” He shook his head, and looked down at her with a lopsided smile, “The short answer is researching Pune and India in general for this, but Nik also prompted the reminder to be polite and learn some little phrases for gratitude and asking for assistance if we need it.” His head did a little bob as he thought further, “also there’s a book I’ve had since I was like twelve that is a short dive into how to comport oneself in countries that are not your own.” He ended the statement with a little shrug as though it was merely the logical thing to do.

He considered her question for a moment. There was a curiosity in it that he found endearing. He was aware she would be fine if he returned a tease instead of a real answer but upon taking in the brightness of her expression he opted to give the truth, “Well, since you restore historical items I wanted to hit some of the main sites here, the Shivneri Fort and the palace being the two main ones I thought you would enjoy. The only thing truly set in stone is we have a 2 hour food tour of the city set for about 5 pm, so there is wiggle room if you’d rather go shopping or see a temple instead.” He paused, “But as I started with that promise, I meant it Lizzie, there will be more food.” He smirked at her a mild anxiety filling the pit of his stomach as he worried that her foodie heart would be satiated with breakfast even though he knew full well that wasn’t true. 

His head tilted slightly at her at the unprompted "I love you”. He was certain his face had offered a slight glitch that was perceptible from space, “I know,” he offered softly, “And I love you.” He amended after a pause that was likely too long. “There’s no need to thank me, love, I just want us to have fun today.” 

As if on cue, he caught a waiter carrying what looked like their meal on a plastic tray. He greeted them and placed the items on the table and Ezra stared at the food, second guessing the amount. It wasn’t though he wasn't also a foodie, it looked amazing, but he feared the damage his stomach was going to take by the end of the day in that moment nonetheless. He offered another thank you with a quick bow of the head as the waiter dismissed himself in a language he really didn't understand. Wide eyed, he let out a little sigh, and said, "I suppose we tuck in."

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]

He knew the counter the moment his statement narrowed their friend group down to the guys only. Ezra also couldn’t disagree with Nik’s assessment of Liz’s scariness though he countered, “Her stature also makes her surprisingly agile. The amount of times I’ve found her monkey climbing counters to get to the top shelves is impressive.” He chuckled while his mind conjured the look she makes when he caught her in those situations. The way it clearly emoted: you see nothing and I’ve got this all at once. 

The autorickshaw slowed again while Ezra contemplated Nik’s question. He weighed the options, playing a quick scenario for each in his head before settling on, “Teams. I think that would be best. You and I against the others. Seems appropriate.” 

For Nik

Ezra camped out on one of the lobby seats of the hotel. People came and went but for a large hotel the space was more empty than he would expect it to be. He found his eyes grazed over his surroundings taking in the wood panelling that held English influences in spite of this being a modern building overall. It was an odd combination of that contemporary design that had character but lacked feeling and a nod to the Colonialism that influenced, if not shaped the country. It was one of the things about travel he enjoyed, seeing how history found its way in the foundations of everything even if it was a history some would rather walk away from. Yet, forgetting the past one doesn’t like often leads to a lack of accountability and further problems the longer you walk the road away from it. It was an interesting place humanity found itself in perpetually, no matter where one or one's ancestors came from, and something Ezra pondered more than most people, he was certain of that. 

But history and architecture were not the reason he found himself waiting. No, this position in the beehive of the hotel's staff and guests was directly related to the vague plans to celebrate with his best mate. He hadn’t a clue what that meant for the afternoon's activities and he would be lying if there wasn’t anxiety about the unknown. Even if that unknown was to be traversed with the person he trusted the most. He was woefully out of practice when it came to social outings like this. The two had fallen out of going on them, at least beyond late night sits in the garden when the rest of their respected people were sleeping and they, well, weren’t. That was common. Going out into the wild with the rest of the strangers of the world wasn’t a frequent thing and that was actually a shame. They needed to be better about that, but Ezra wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a side effect of “growing up”. Still, he was excited, and he knew he was in good hands. Nik was far better at finding things to do than he was and he was certain whatever they would get up to would be a story to keep and cherish and retell in the years to come.

[ezraweasley]

The line whittled down to them quite quickly. Lines had a way of putting humans on edge and he was not an exception to the line ride getting on his nerves so when the ride was incredibly efficient it pleased him greatly. He greeted the cashier and placed his order pointing to the croissant that appeared to be topped with a toffee of some sort allowing for a little indulgent exploration rather than going with what was an impressively large plain jane counterpart. He assumed if the base looked that good the variation would be worth the risk. He threw in a strong coffee and turned to Liz smirking while she stated her order. He handed over the cash with a soft, “dhanyavaad” for the worker before shuffling off with the receipt that denoted their order. 

He looked around the space quickly assessing the crowded inside and gestured to the covered patio outside. It wasn’t lacking people but it was far less congested. “The patio,” he offered and began heading that way. His default was to be outside rather than in in the best scenarios so this was ideal. At the first open table for two he casually pulled out an iron chair for her before doing the same for himself and sitting down. He glanced around taking a moment to watch the other patrons digging into their food and chatting in assorted languages and smirked. “So,” he began turning his attention back to her, “I have a vague plan for today but before we get to that I feel I should ask if there is anything you want to do here, because today may be the day to tackle that. There’s space for my plans but I want you to have fun.” He paused, “That’s kind of the point to today so I welcome you to take me off script whenever it pleases you.” 

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]

Ezra slowed his pace the first time Lizzie paused to look at something that caught her eye. As much as he was a target and go type of person she was far better at going with the flow which included actually pausing to itch the curiosity of exploring what was around them more than just sight seeing. He tried to be better about that but when he zeroed in on a task it was easy for him to fall into point a to point b logic and miss the inbetweens all together. He doubted she noticed the fact his pace slowed or that he also paused to really look at all the little things that caught her eye. Her curiosity was adorable and though he had a touch of it himself, it often fell in the category of philosophy more than active tactile exploration. 

The bakery itself made itself a sensory delight. The blend of butter and flour baking mixed with spices that weren’t the typical french delights made his stomach groan with delight. He glanced ahead at the displays and was pleased to see that the offerings were gigantic and had the crunchy glossy glaze that automatically suggested they were in for a treat. 

Ezra listened as Liz went into foodie mode. He smirked as she listed local treats. He nodded in agreement, “Those do look quite delectable.”  Her next question prompted his smile to dim mildly to a shy smirk as he prepared to yet again outing himself as a comfort junkie, “The croissants.” He looked at her, “but we will get the naan to share because that does look quite good, and then whatever you want to try for you. We can sample and share, if you will.”

Once they got to the counter he ordered what he wanted and then gestured to Liz to put her order in while he fished out his wallet for the money to pay for their first stop of the day.

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]

@nikolascblack

His glance followed the direction of his friends. The lack of security being noted by him fully for the first time. Ezra supposed that was probably odd that he didn’t notice until Nik pointed it out. He usually was quick to observe pretty much everything. In this case, though, he supposed it was that it was a combination of they were always around mixing harmoniously with the fact that they were very good at their jobs which was essentially being there but not all at once. It was understood there was a person to watch and keep them safe but that person was an accessory unless invited into the shenanigans directly. Which did happen sometimes but more often than not he was a shadow they ignored. Them being good at their job, did make Nik’s point valid. They should leave before the but you pay me for this and I can’t risk it, outweighed the effectiveness of Nik’s puppy eyes and playful teases. 

Ezra stood and followed in quick steps to keep up with Nik’s natural stride. He was average height but when his friend kicked into high gear it wasn’t long before he was mildly jogging behind him if he delayed any longer than when Nik went. He eyed the street, taking in the bustle. It took zero time before the appropriate sort of taxi rolled up and he smiled at it. It was one of the parts of travel that he enjoyed quite a lot: the interesting ways people got around and this open-air moped meets a small bus was simply fun because it existed at all.  Never mind that his best mate immediately showed dismay at the predicament it left him in. Ezra bit back his smile and cast his glance to the curbside while Nik tucked himself into it in an attempt not to laugh. He failed the moment he moved to join him inside and the threat of laughing was issued. The chuckle escaped and he dosed it as quickly as it left with a shake of his head as he sat down, “Sorry, mate,” he mumbled turning his head to the side to look at him, “This,” he gestured at his hunched stance, “will never not be amusing.” Ezra grinned at him as the driver took off in the direction requested. "It's the one thing I get to pettily enjoy being the shortest of the crew."

For Nik

Ezra camped out on one of the lobby seats of the hotel. People came and went but for a large hotel the space was more empty than he would expect it to be. He found his eyes grazed over his surroundings taking in the wood panelling that held English influences in spite of this being a modern building overall. It was an odd combination of that contemporary design that had character but lacked feeling and a nod to the Colonialism that influenced, if not shaped the country. It was one of the things about travel he enjoyed, seeing how history found its way in the foundations of everything even if it was a history some would rather walk away from. Yet, forgetting the past one doesn’t like often leads to a lack of accountability and further problems the longer you walk the road away from it. It was an interesting place humanity found itself in perpetually, no matter where one or one's ancestors came from, and something Ezra pondered more than most people, he was certain of that. 

But history and architecture were not the reason he found himself waiting. No, this position in the beehive of the hotel's staff and guests was directly related to the vague plans to celebrate with his best mate. He hadn’t a clue what that meant for the afternoon's activities and he would be lying if there wasn’t anxiety about the unknown. Even if that unknown was to be traversed with the person he trusted the most. He was woefully out of practice when it came to social outings like this. The two had fallen out of going on them, at least beyond late night sits in the garden when the rest of their respected people were sleeping and they, well, weren’t. That was common. Going out into the wild with the rest of the strangers of the world wasn’t a frequent thing and that was actually a shame. They needed to be better about that, but Ezra wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a side effect of “growing up”. Still, he was excited, and he knew he was in good hands. Nik was far better at finding things to do than he was and he was certain whatever they would get up to would be a story to keep and cherish and retell in the years to come.

[ezraweasley]

Ezra watched her scamper off collecting clothing in her arms before she headed off to the bathroom to do the magic he didn’t really understand and she didn’t really need. Barefaced or enhanced with product, Lizbeth was the height of beauty in his book. He wasn’t arrogant enough to suggest that his opinion mattered very much on that front, at the end of the day it was about how she felt about herself, but he found her perfect regardless of the effort put in. 

By the time she was out and ready he had resituated himself into an armchair but left the TV off. He continued to watch the street outside and the beginning of people bustling around in the way that cities do. The cars begin their treks towards jobs or errands, the people in them just going about life. Again, there was a beauty to it.

It was often easier to call a natural landscape beautiful but that didn’t make urban cities less than that. They had their own beauty within the concrete and the age of different districts versus others. Though ultimately, it was the layers of life stacked upon itself both unaware and aware of itself that was the part that always caught his attention the most. 

The door creaked and he tore his eyes away from the now blue skies and traffic moving back to the what mattered most to him in that moment. His smile grew as she showed off her outfit, “Very good,” he stated approvingly. He stood up while she went to get her sandals and slung his rucksack over his shoulder. He settled a pair of sunglasses onto his nose before declaring that they were to “roll out” with a swift opening of the heavy hotel door. 

He fished for her hand and gave it a light squeeze as he led them down and out of the hotel. The air was humid the moment they stepped outside and even with the sunglasses on he found his eyes braced against the shift in light. Ezra pointed to the left, “It was down here,” and headed in that direction a short ways. When there was a short line forming which, to him, suggested that he was on the right track in noting this in the car ride from the hotel and cued up eyeing the different displays of traditional and more ethnic centered options trying to hone his own stomach on one light thing before they carried on to the next activity for the day. 

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]

He fell silent again while he observed her, waiting her out a little because there wasn’t a rush. They could get ready now or later, he wasn’t in a rush. She took note of her own delay which coaxed a gentle chuckle out of him, “That is an option you could choose, yes.” He confirmed the amusement ringing in the gentle words. 

He watched her shimmy away from him, sorting out the hem of her oversized night shirt, “Make sure you dress like it’s gonna be butts hot, ok? We aren’t going to be back to the hotel till much later.” 

Lizbeth and food. An amused smile crept across his face as he pondered where she kept it all. Hollowed out a taco leg or something. Ezra looked down and shook his head at his own thoughts before zeroing back in on her, “Oh, trust me there will be food. Lots and lots of food… but of course we can start with breakfast. I saw a little cafe nearby on the way in that looked like the pastries are something to behold. Coffee doesn’t sound like a bad call either.” 

He rose with her then and began emptying out his tried and true travel back pack of its carry-on load and went to fill bottled water for the both of them, sun screen, his wand, other assorted things that could be useful along the way and a book because though he knew he wouldn’t need it he never left without one. He often referred to it as a comfort item. Though the contents of the book companion were forever on rotation. With a hearty zip they were basically ready to go. 

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]

“Morning,” he quietly returned. His eyes focused on her messy hair and sleepy eyes. He wondered if he’d woken her with his habits or not but he didn’t bother to inquire further. Instead, he moved to the bed and sat down next to her leaning in to give her a kiss on her temple. 

He leaned back slightly on the bed using his arms to brace the posture, “What do you think about me taking you on an expedition today?” In the shower he’d worked out a rough outline of activities he’d spent a month researching because he wanted to allow for the moments to happen naturally but he couldn’t do it fully untethered. In essence, he needed the map. If they went to one area then options being laid out for natural next places left him in the position of cosplay tour guide. Which gave him room to accept her pulling him towards things that caught her eye along the way. There was a balance in that he could live with even if it amounted to the research he’d done becoming moot. 

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]

His focus had shifted to the people around him. It was a thing he felt most people sitting did. It was a natural curiosity that was rooted in every one to people watch. Some found it boring, or rude, but to suggest one never partook in the past-time would be a lie. People were an oddity, every one was so unique and yet so the same. As it were he’d half zeroed in on the staff behind the counter one dealing with a customer that he couldn’t decipher if they were upset or just had a large request as they were calm but the guest services person was showing signs of stress. Beside them the other two were having a casual conversation in a language he didn’t know that looked as though they were enjoying it. There was a divide there but it wasn’t unusual for the biome they were in. 

It was the gentle push of the cushion as weight plopped down upon it that shifted his attention properly back into the moment he was in. He watched his friend silently apologize for his smooth move that placed him beside him, subduing and amused smile as he did. Some things did not change and he was grateful for that. He raised his hand as well to add support to the it’s ok, but sorry, to the lobby staff person. Once the person moved on he zeroed in on his friend who wasted no time getting into the first order of the day. 

Ezra’s lips turned up as he assessed the question. “I…” he started, his mind shifting through memories quickly, “don’t remember the last time we did that.” 

Once he finished the sentence his mind latched onto what was most likely the last time they had and it had been the last time HM had toured. They’d roped an unsuspecting John into the activity because he, to this day, still needed to loosen up. His smile grew as the flashback played. “Yeah, that sounds awesome, actually.” He proceeded to stand up and then gestured towards the door, “Lead the way.”

For Nik

Ezra camped out on one of the lobby seats of the hotel. People came and went but for a large hotel the space was more empty than he would expect it to be. He found his eyes grazed over his surroundings taking in the wood panelling that held English influences in spite of this being a modern building overall. It was an odd combination of that contemporary design that had character but lacked feeling and a nod to the Colonialism that influenced, if not shaped the country. It was one of the things about travel he enjoyed, seeing how history found its way in the foundations of everything even if it was a history some would rather walk away from. Yet, forgetting the past one doesn’t like often leads to a lack of accountability and further problems the longer you walk the road away from it. It was an interesting place humanity found itself in perpetually, no matter where one or one's ancestors came from, and something Ezra pondered more than most people, he was certain of that. 

But history and architecture were not the reason he found himself waiting. No, this position in the beehive of the hotel's staff and guests was directly related to the vague plans to celebrate with his best mate. He hadn’t a clue what that meant for the afternoon's activities and he would be lying if there wasn’t anxiety about the unknown. Even if that unknown was to be traversed with the person he trusted the most. He was woefully out of practice when it came to social outings like this. The two had fallen out of going on them, at least beyond late night sits in the garden when the rest of their respected people were sleeping and they, well, weren’t. That was common. Going out into the wild with the rest of the strangers of the world wasn’t a frequent thing and that was actually a shame. They needed to be better about that, but Ezra wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a side effect of “growing up”. Still, he was excited, and he knew he was in good hands. Nik was far better at finding things to do than he was and he was certain whatever they would get up to would be a story to keep and cherish and retell in the years to come.

[ezraweasley]

For Nik

Ezra camped out on one of the lobby seats of the hotel. People came and went but for a large hotel the space was more empty than he would expect it to be. He found his eyes grazed over his surroundings taking in the wood panelling that held English influences in spite of this being a modern building overall. It was an odd combination of that contemporary design that had character but lacked feeling and a nod to the Colonialism that influenced, if not shaped the country. It was one of the things about travel he enjoyed, seeing how history found its way in the foundations of everything even if it was a history some would rather walk away from. Yet, forgetting the past one doesn’t like often leads to a lack of accountability and further problems the longer you walk the road away from it. It was an interesting place humanity found itself in perpetually, no matter where one or one's ancestors came from, and something Ezra pondered more than most people, he was certain of that. 

But history and architecture were not the reason he found himself waiting. No, this position in the beehive of the hotel's staff and guests was directly related to the vague plans to celebrate with his best mate. He hadn’t a clue what that meant for the afternoon's activities and he would be lying if there wasn’t anxiety about the unknown. Even if that unknown was to be traversed with the person he trusted the most. He was woefully out of practice when it came to social outings like this. The two had fallen out of going on them, at least beyond late night sits in the garden when the rest of their respected people were sleeping and they, well, weren’t. That was common. Going out into the wild with the rest of the strangers of the world wasn’t a frequent thing and that was actually a shame. They needed to be better about that, but Ezra wasn’t sure that wasn’t just a side effect of “growing up”. Still, he was excited, and he knew he was in good hands. Nik was far better at finding things to do than he was and he was certain whatever they would get up to would be a story to keep and cherish and retell in the years to come.

[ezraweasley]

FOR LIZZY

The warm water felt nice as it cascaded over his head and onto the floor. He’d woken up too early and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. This wasn’t an unusual position to find himself in. He was prone to odd hours of wake versus asleep times and had been his whole life. The issue of odd sleep patterns was, in this case, perpetuated by the fact that he was several hours off of his well curated schedule of predictable beats meant his body refused to believe that he should actually be sleeping. 

Jet lag was often the worst part of traveling and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t regulate properly for another week as his internal clock hated negotiating with its calibrated norms. He was, if nothing else, a creature of habit.

The shower helped. 

The shower also didn’t help, as it allowed for ample time for his mind to run along the potential dialogues of the day. Some would happen, surely, while others were wild “what ifs” in a new place and would never likely come into play. Still, his brain prepared for any and all options as the water pattered down on his head and he watched the droplets fall off the hair on his bowed head. This run through of scenarios was also a common part of his morning routine. If it wasn’t a shower day, it often happened over coffee until he had enough and settled on the all too familiar doom scroll of his generation. Memes were often his downfall. Stupid little societal observations that made you go, oh man, ain’t that true (insert laughing emoji of choice). 

Wizard or not, that little hand held box of knowledge had a hold on everyone.

He’d gone afield in his thoughts again. Ezra turned in the shower and closed his eyes for a moment longer to enjoy the centering feel of the water before he gave into the fact that he really had no further need to continue being in this space and reluctantly shut it off, stepped out and set to towelling himself off. Next came the clothes. Light cotton top over a tank and board shorts to help combat what was likely to be a hot and humid day spent in the Indian city. 

He checked the mirror and finished up the morning clean and stepped out into the guest bedroom of the hotel. It was fancy. He was used to this as his friend spoiled anyone who followed him on his trip. Nik always had, and he always would. There was no class defining airs of “the help” is to stay over there with him. Everyone was welcomed into the high life. It was a gift, the only stipulation was that one not to take advantage of it. Ezra took a moment to ground himself in that and remind himself that this was a privilege most didn’t get and he should be thankful for the experience of fancy hotels in what was a poorer country. 

His life was a little weird.

It always has been. 

He ran his hands through his hair, as his eyes settled on the rising sun. A benefit of waking too early was that you were likely to catch the golden hour. The sun rising cast the sky in purples, oranges and pinks and even with the heart of the city in the way, it was beautiful. His lips turned into a soft crooked smile as he took it in and his thoughts correlated to the next thought, that there was something else beautiful in the room with him and he turned in the direction of his partner, his eyes settling on her frame. Yes, she was pint sized but very beautiful.

[ezraweasley]