[Private to the Important People (Miles, Marlow, Lavender, Andy, Maeve who already knows, and anyone else who she's on 'friendly' terms with)]

Well, kids....How's life? Yeah that's not the point of this....

I just wanted you all to know....

I'm getting married.

Halloween had always been Zoey's favorite holiday. She liked costumes, which was obvious to anyone who ever watched her perform. At the moment, she was sorting through which costume she was actually going to wear.

Ben was going to be a gangster (The Godfather style), so everyone assumed Zoey was just going to be a gangster moll to match. Actually, she wasn't so sure about that. Maybe she'd be a cigarette girl...or a flapper...or she's put on a short dress with some bunny ears and call it a night. There was a little bit of time left before the party anyway.

( Take that as a yes )

ooc: soooo...yeah, Zoey was supposed to do a competition last Saturday, but I spent that time writing a research paper. Soooo....we're just going to pretend she took first place for tango with her dance partner (we shall call him Curt). And since I just want to write this, we'll say that with the win, it earned her a spot doing an exhibition at a dance competition for less experienced dancers which will technically be tomorrow (but I have a party so I'm posting now).
If Maeve wants to hang with Zoey (or anyone else wants to see the show), feel free. This weekend is HOGSMEADE anyway.
PS- Watch THIS VIDEO and pay attention to the brunette. That's Zoey's dance. (Bonus points to whoever catches the very amusing cameo in the clip)

The waltz was fairly boring, it always was to watch. It was beautiful, of course, even these kids were trained to make it beautiful. Zoey should know, she'd trained two couples competing. The salsa was high energy and amazing. It was sad that she'd had to miss it, but Zoey had to rush off with Curt and J.D. to get ready.

When the salsa judging was finished, there was some talk and Zoey felt those butterflies that she'd never admit she got. Then there came the entrance. First, it was Zoey and Curt, no one knew that J.D. was standing by for a reason. Zoey heard Ben say something over the rest of the applause, but they were moving too fast to take the floor that she hadn't heard him exactly. Maybe she'd caught another familiar face or three in the crowd, but the music started. When the first notes sounded, Zoey was in that zone. That's how it always was. She didn't even hear the shocked or impressed sounds the crowd of inexperienced dancers made as the "story" they trio had incorporated heated up.

( It ended too soon... )

Even in the middle of the crowd, everything stopped. Zoey wasn't sure she heard right, then she knew she had and thought maybe it was a bad joke. The look on Ben's face gave away that it wasn't. She opened her mouth, trying to think of something to say but her mind had stopped working. Those butterflies were back but now she was about to have the flee response.

Luckily, someone grabbing her arm to get her attention saved her from saying anything- yet.

Comp on Saturday. I'm up against the couple that beat me last time, plus a couple of my own students.

Not that I have much to worry about with them. They're not really all that good, but this should be fun for them.

The Christmas recital pieces are starting to drive me mad. I probably should have gone the easy route and just done The Nutcracker like everyone else.

Yes, I've taken on ballet now. Mostly just because it's so popular for some odd reason, no matter that it's less fun.

The day was long and drug on for longer than was possibly barable. Zoey had the youth classes on Wednesday mornings (which she thought was just to replace day care for parents) and then a couple other classes that evening. By the time she managed to apparate into the flat, it was nearly 11 in the evening.

The boys were either gone or sleeping since the only sound she heard was from Boone's wagging tail hitting the wall a couple times as he greeted her.

( All she wanted to do was sleep... )

Care Bear is back. Freaking out over missing people in the Ministry. She sees these people "everyday like, such as, OMGOMG!" Hello, glorified secretary, how's your emotional instability these days?

Can't say I'm nto glad I'm not working my way into the Ministry anymore.

I quit today. It was my last chance to withdrawl and get all my money back, so I did it.

I don't really know what to say after that. Maybe I just need a break.

It doesn't even really matter that much to me anymore. I've got a perfect career laid out already. I've picked up another couple to tutor and I still have most of the other classes. I'm basically running the studio right now.

And I've got a competition coming up in a couple weeks anyway.

Being back in Hogsmeade was strange. She should have been doing homework or...something, but instead she was back in the little village looking at all the familiar faces. The new faces she looked right over, but she saw plenty of old ones from where she was sitting on the back of a bench, her feet on the proper seat.

Zoey really missed Hogwarts a lot more than she wanted to admit. Then she suddenly heard a one of the few old Hogwarts voices she actually didn't so much mind hearing.

"You can't owl a kitten!" The less interesting version of Zoey (also known as Carrie) protested as soon as Zoey had asked the room at large how you could manage it.

"You can," Zoey protested, knowing full well that it had to be possible.
"Can't."
"Can."

( On the other side of the cut-  )


( Owl/Package to Lavender Brown )

I hate this.

You know what? Fuck it. I can still quit now and get my money back. Then i can just stick with dancing. I'm actually good at dancing.

This school stuff is not my forte.

School sucks. This load plus my dance classes? It's going to be outrageous.
I was supposed to give up my classes when the owner came back, but now she needs knee surgery. So I'm keeping them up.

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( Dead Silence. )

I start classes on Monday. That's what? A week before you bitches?

Anyway, this isn't going to be interesting. I have a feeling it's all a lot of stuff that no one needs to know before I get to do the fun stuff.

Figures.

All that I've really got to figure out now is A. Stay with the boys or B. Move back to Portpatrick. Either way, I'm moving by Sunday so I should probably flip a coin or something.

If nothing else, Zoey was very much in need of a laugh. She'd just been teaching her classes and sulking around Tracey's for days.

Yeah, she was being emo and she was starting to want to punch herself.

To maybe have something good and fun happen for a change, she didn't go home after her last class of the night and instead followed Andy's directions to the flat he shared with Avery. Shifting her bag higher on her shoulder, she knocked.

( I want... )

[Journal Entry]
I'm a very stupid, stupid person.

This is getting interesting fast. Got to wonder what the real story is here. Too bad we'll probably never get it.

All of it's got Jackson going out of his mind. He's convinced I should move back just to be where he can "make sure I'm safe."

I'll give him the weekend, then I'm back to Tracey's.

It's a lot more boring and irritating here. Especially since Ben in always all over his new little princess. And he honestly thinks I don't mind seeing this? Yeah. He's fucking stupid. It's frustrating. Should just see how he likes it. Actually...Maybe that's not a bad idea...

( Miles )

"I miss you guys."
"Liar."
"I don't lie."
"Liar."
"I don't lie."
"Li-"

( Shut up?! )

"You're lying."
"I don't lie."

ooc: takes place BEFORE Draco's party, obviously.

You people are even more boring in the summer than you all were at school (except maybe four of you).

And for once, this is a "the pot calling the kettle black" situation. I'm pretty damn boring myself.

At least I've got a competition coming up to break the monotony.

Staying here is sort of weird. I'm still not used to this much space.

And the boys owl a lot. Guess you don't really know how much you liked having someone around until they're gone.

Typical.