With a bright grin, Ezra rolled his shoulders.  "Maybe I should go to your sleep over.  I could sell tickets.  Wouldn't that bring in a lot of participants?"  By and large,  Ezra was adept at reading people but Eli seemed uncomfortable about the subject of the sleepover now so he figured he might as well let the subject slide away.  He wasn't about to commit himself to a torture session of extracurricular activities just because an awkward Ravenclaw blushed and stuttered.

"An already dead animal won't work," Ezra said, seamlessly slipping into the more gruesome subject.  "The animal has to be sacrificed with intent or the reading won't work."  Elijah was sending mixed signals, interested in learning but squeamishly unwilling to try.  Ezra looked down and away, blinking a bit.  Hoodoo was a branch of magic that had a bad reputation because of the nature of a lot of spells.  It was raw and elemental and had a tendency to be covered in shadows.  But it was close to his heart, in his blood.  That's why he'd spent time in the states learning what he could from the root doctors and Cajun witches.

 "There are always ways to honor the sacrifice," he added lowly.  Ezra, like most Slytherins, didn't have the same kind of qualms about which rituals and spells he performed in order to get results.  But Ezra felt that unlike most Slytherins, he understood the nature of what he was doing and never compromised what it meant to be an elite wizard, both personally and politically.

The prospect of teaching this curious but sheltered Ravenclaw sent shivers across his skin.  He huffed a quiet laugh and with hooded eyes, simply said, "Name a time and place and I'll be there."

Something about this Slytherin fella had Elijah all out of sorts. One moment he was being flirtatious and the next he was utterly confused and a bit put out. It was almost as if Ezra knew the effect he had on the Ravenclaw and was toying with him, like he was the cat and Eli was the mouse. And on top of everything else, it seemed like this boy, this snake, knew more about divination than he did. Even if he wanted to get up and leave right then, never talk to the boy again, he knew he wouldn’t. Elijah was first and foremost a Ravenclaw, and as such, he knew that knowledge was indeed power. So even though Ezra confused the hell out of him, he’d stick around.

He’d follow the Slytherin until he had drained the boy of all the things he knew about divination. It was important. “Uhm…” He began, trying to think of a good time for them to meet. It was important that they’d be alone, and so that cut out most of the school, but he’d think of something perfect. “What if we meet tomorrow? There are a couple empty classrooms on the third floor, that way we meet about halfway?” Eli smiled; happy that he’d get to spend a bit more time alone with the hunk of a slytherskin, no matter that it was a rollercoaster to Eli’s brain.

“So I’ll meet you after dinner?” He asked; standing and brushing the dust from his bottom. He offered his arm to help pull Ezra to his feet.

Ezra eyed the proffered hand and then took hold of it with a grin.  He pulled on the hand as the hand pulled on him and he was easily leveraged onto his feet once more.  He was close at first, they were practically sharing body heat and oh how Ezra relished the next few weeks of play time with the Ravenclaw. 

"Sounds good to me," he murmured.  Then he stepped back and away to head back to his common room and let the Ravenclaw find his own way out of the dungeons.  He stopped though and glanced back over his shoulder.  "If you tell anyone i was sitting on the floor with you," he threatened firstly, his eyes narrow and serious.  They softened a moment later though and he winked good naturedly. "Tell anyone I was sitting on the floor with you and you'll never get to find out my secrets."