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Magical Soul · #1 (**permalink**) 08-13-2015, 12:19 PM

The Room of Requirement will provide you with whatever it is you require. Usually. It can be as large or as small, as warm or as cold, as you need.

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Cinn-O-Bun · 09-10-2015, 02:27 AM

Chris was practically giddy. HE had a date with Timila!!!! After spending...he didn't know how long in the kitchen making stuff and only burning himself five times he had carefully brought everything into the room of requirement where Timmy had danced and he had played that first day they met. At least here they wouldn't be bothered right? Not that they were bothered normally but he felt nervous and the thought of other people walking in just made him more nervous so he opted out of the kitchens. Not to mention Torie would see them and laugh at him like he had last time which had earned him that punch in the arm.

Carefully putting all the food down and arranged in a way he thought proper in kind of a picnic manner on the floor he looked around fully satisfied with the way things were planned he wrote a letter and charmed it into one of those airplane things to head toward Timmy. As soon as the letter was sent though he started feeling a bit nervous and maybe nauseous as he began to fidget restlessly.

What if she had changed her mind and didn't want to come?! To distract himself he pulled a book out of his bag and started reading.

Star-Lord · 09-10-2015, 04:58 AM

Whistling and twirling, Timmy approached the room of requirement and opened the door. She quickly spotted Chris and took her sweet time getting to him. Was this what a date was supposed to be like? Timmy didn't understand why people made such a big fuss about it. Two people just ate food together, talked, laughed and whatnot. Isn't that the same thing they do at dinner? Either way, her hair was tied up in a ponytail, wearing a nice floral dress and shoes. You were supposed to dress nicely to these right?

"Hello, friend. Whatcha reading there?" She asked him, sitting down and looking at the book. Has she read this one before?

Cinn-O-Bun · 09-10-2015, 12:09 PM

Chris was getting really into his book and jumped as the door opened. He looked up and grinned as he saw her and nudged her when she sat down next to him. "It's called The Giver," he said making sure to mark his spot and closed the book. "You look nice," he said feeling suddenly weird that his jeans and t-shirt were too casual. Oh well.

"So hope you're hungry," he said with a grin and pointed to the food. "It was hard and I burned myself five times. BUT didn't burn down the castle so that's a bonus," he said laughing. Setting down the book he gave Timmy a hug and grabbed two plates. He put a slice of pizza and some chicken on one of them and handed it to her before pouring her some juice and preparing his own food. "Hope it's good." Really because it had taken him like ALL day to figure out how and he MIGHT have asked the house elves for a little bit of help but he did make everything on his own so that was a plus.

Star-Lord · 09-12-2015, 08:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Cinn-O-Bun

Chris was getting really into his book and jumped as the door opened. He looked up and grinned as he saw her and nudged her when she sat down next to him. "It's called The Giver," he said making sure to mark his spot and closed the book. "You look nice," he said feeling suddenly weird that his jeans and t-shirt were too casual. Oh well.

"So hope you're hungry," he said with a grin and pointed to the food. "It was hard and I burned myself five times. BUT didn't burn down the castle so that's a bonus," he said laughing. Setting down the book he gave Timmy a hug and grabbed two plates. He put a slice of pizza and some chicken on one of them and handed it to her before pouring her some juice and preparing his own food. "Hope it's good." Really because it had taken him like ALL day to figure out how and he MIGHT have asked the house elves for a little bit of help but he did make everything on his own so that was a plus.

The Giver? Timmy hadn't read or heard of that one before. Then again, she was usually too busy to try and read a new book when she wanted to. But now, she was as free as a bird should be and super bored at it. Maybe she'll stop by the library later and check it out. Hopefully it won't be one of those long, dragging books that made you want to quit after being a few chapters in. Like that Twilight book her dance friend was reading once. She had mentioned it was really good, so Timmy tried it. She gave up after three chapters of the same continuous things happening all the time.

Again, why?

"Why didn't you ask the elves to make it? Saved yourself from burning your hand five times," Which was a bit excessive but who was she to argue that? Giving him a quick hug back, Timmy smiled at the food and started to eat. Hm, not bad. Not bad at all. "I think burning your hands fives time was worth it," She grinned and nodded.

Cinn-O-Bun · 09-12-2015, 09:40 PM

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Originally Posted by Star-Lord

The Giver? Timmy hadn't read or heard of that one before. Then again, she was usually too busy to try and read a new book when she wanted to. But now, she was as free as a bird should be and super bored at it. Maybe she'll stop by the library later and check it out. Hopefully it won't be one of those long, dragging books that made you want to quit after being a few chapters in. Like that Twilight book her dance friend was reading once. She had mentioned it was really good, so Timmy tried it. She gave up after three chapters of the same continuous things happening all the time.

Again, why?

"Why didn't you ask the elves to make it? Saved yourself from burning your hand five times," Which was a bit excessive but who was she to argue that? Giving him a quick hug back, Timmy smiled at the food and started to eat. Hm, not bad. Not bad at all. "I think burning your hands fives time was worth it," She grinned and nodded.

Chris looked at her and kind of wanted to talk all about the book but it would probably bore her or he'd give away everything. OH well. As she asked him why he didn't ask the elves to make it he frowned. "Well...I did ask them but...I wanted to make it on my own." Of course if she asked him why he really had no idea why. Just seemed like something people did for 'dates' of course he had never been on a date or knew anyone who had so who was he to say what was usually done.

Grabbing a slice of pizza he took a bite and smiled. It was much better than he thought it'd be. Surprisingly so too. He glanced at her as she spoke and grinned, "Really? Is it good?" Maybe he found a new skill. Hmmmmmmm. "Good enough to keep cooking?" Something else he'd be good at other than playing guitar and reading? He'd take it.

Star-Lord · 09-16-2015, 03:57 AM

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Originally Posted by Cinn-O-Bun

Chris looked at her and kind of wanted to talk all about the book but it would probably bore her or he'd give away everything. OH well. As she asked him why he didn't ask the elves to make it he frowned. "Well...I did ask them but...I wanted to make it on my own." Of course if she asked him why he really had no idea why. Just seemed like something people did for 'dates' of course he had never been on a date or knew anyone who had so who was he to say what was usually done.

Grabbing a slice of pizza he took a bite and smiled. It was much better than he thought it'd be. Surprisingly so too. He glanced at her as she spoke and grinned, "Really? Is it good?" Maybe he found a new skill. Hmmmmmmm. "Good enough to keep cooking?" Something else he'd be good at other than playing guitar and reading? He'd take it.

"Well, it was a good effort. Remind me to give you a gold star later," She smiled, taking another bite out of her food. Maybe this can be her new hobby; how to cook. Well, most things at least. Timmy knew she'd automatically learn to bake lots of sweets and possibly sell them like on a black market. Big money there. But who knows what the girl will do with that now. Had Timmy still been dancing, she'd spend it on new dance shoes; jazz and ballet. Lots of outfits too to go with her routines and such.

"Maybe, but there's always room for improvement," She nodded. That's what her dance teacher always said anyway.

Suziella · 09-23-2015, 03:29 AM

Bleu walked into the RoR and was stunned. It was the most perfect music studio with a lounge and plenty of snacks and water for like 15 people. Thinking about that...she realized she forgot to ask for a bathroom, then noticed that a door suddenly appeared in the corner. She grinned to herself and walked over to the door and opened it. It was one of the most beautiful bathrooms she had ever seen.

Oh, how she loved magic.

She took a deep breath and grinned as she exhaled. She couldn't wait to get started. She walked over to the piano, her shoes making that clomping noise that all wedges make, excitedly, she sat down. It was a beautiful black baby grand, which was what she had at home. She started playing a haunting melody...they were her specialty for some reason...

She hoped no one would walk in on her...she had been practicing here for the last 7 years and hadn't been interrupted yet.

Her magical music filled the room...making the ghosts whimper...

DaniDiNardo · 10-15-2015, 01:44 AM

He wanted to go back to his Common Room.

Not only did he want to go back to his Common Room but he wanted extra dinner and a brilliant wand that could vanish this cuff completely. Four Eyes was a squealer, as proven by the little spat earlier in the Great Hall but surely the boy could keep his mouth shut and PRETEND they spent all the time together. Only problem was...Sir Nicholas would be coming too. Ugh.

Blaise yanked hard on the handcuff, trying to force his company to walk faster as he entered what looked like......a bedroom....with separate beds that had a small gap--because that wasn't gonna be uncomfortable stretching his hand across the gap at all--and a bunch stuff? Circe you could swear they planned to move them in here forever!

He tugged at the handcuff again....and again and another time despite having come to a stop just in case his buddy wasn't uncomfortable enough. Here's to hoping his quill wasn't scribbling THAT down.

BanaBatGirl · 10-15-2015, 01:57 AM

So far, Davie had managed his vow of silence like a monk. He'd said NOT A WORD as they had been forced to walk side-by-side at a relatively similar pace. He'd said NOT A WORD the entire ride up with the stupid trick staircases. He'd even ALLOWED Blaise to tug his wrist as though he didn't know where the Room of Requirement was.

Davie wasn't stupid, FYI Blaise Bellaire. He was a Ravenclaw, okay. And now, in spite of it all, the sight of the two beds and all their stuff and just... just everything... now it was becoming too much. David's wrist was starting to chafe from all the tugging and rubbing of his handcuff, and he was the one who had his dominant hand tied up. So he was the one who was going to be in charge now.

The Ravenclaw started by STOMPING over to the bed, deliberating trying to walk in the path of Blaise's ever-present, ever-annoying QUILL, and swatting the thing out of his way as he went. He bent down and jerked his hand sharply to his feet, honestly hoping that the sudden decrease in height would cause Blaise to trip.

Then, because he COULD, Davie began untying his shoes. HE HOPED BLAISE TRIPPED AND FELL ON HIS NOSE RIGHT BESIDE his smelly feet. Because that's where he belonged. Bully.

DaniDiNardo · 10-15-2015, 02:18 AM

If it wasn't bad enough he was forced to go wherever the boy stomped, Four Eyes was actually SWATTING at his quill and notepad. WHAT IF HE MADE SOMETHING GET SMUDGED???? Did he know Blaise would reach for his own ink and smudge his face? He could, they were THAT close to each other. Sharing the same oxygen, sharing the same personal space, within arms length Truebridge.

With a huff, the little boy allowed himself to be tugged along but wasn't expecting to suddenly be dragged down the way he was so yes, he did fall and uncomfortably so too while the Ravenclaw worked at his shoes.

It was gonna be like that? Really? Okay.

Blaise flexed his wrist in such a way that he could grab hold of the chain attaching the cuffs, then reinforced the grip by also grabbing at it with his right hand at which point he pulled with absolutely everything in him in an attempt to drag the other boy to the floor as well. THEY COULD SHARE THIS TOO.

Now wasn't he just CONSIDERATE????

BanaBatGirl · 10-15-2015, 12:36 PM

Right, Davie had just succeeded in getting one of his smelly shoes off, and was just bending down to tug on the laces of the other when Blaise suddenly yanked on his chain.

Literally! Now the young Truebridge fell too, though since he was sitting on the edge of the bed he didn't have too far to fall. It wasn't like when he'd completely and cleverly tripped Blaise. He was still very proud of that moment... just not this one, when he was sitting next to Blaise with a somewhat sore bum.

David let out a loud sigh of frustration and kicked off his other shoe. He massaged his sore wrist and looked around the famous Room. It looked like they were going to be here a while and he was bored and tired of Blaise's antics already.

DaniDiNardo · 10-15-2015, 11:35 PM

If he accomplished nothing else tonight, he'd brought Four Eyes down to the ground he'd tried putting him on and could now rest in peace. It wasn't that hard considering the obvious no talking clause Davie might have signed on his way up here. It helped when he didn't talk; helped him pretend he wasn't here at all. Know what else did that? His notepad.

With there being no conversation, the quill had taken to scribbling body movements. "That's enough." He mumbled. The quill fell into the palm of his hand and the notepad came floating above him into view. There was enough in here to help him survive the night if he needed it to. The boy would simply read and entertain himself with all the castle happenings through the eyes of his quick quotes quill for the last week.

Blaise got into a lying position, determined not to be bothered by how uncomfortable it was given the circumstances and gazed up at the notepad that flipped its own page every so often.

What David Truebridge? There was no David Truebridge attached to his arm.

BanaBatGirl · 10-16-2015, 01:26 AM

As it became apparent that Blaise was getting comfortable there on the floor, David realized that he had to do something about it or else he'd be doing the same. And here on the floor was not how Davie was going to spend the night. He was stubborn all right, but even he would not refuse the comforts of a bed right above his own head just to stick it to Blaise Bellaire.

Fortunately, an opportunity opened up when Blaise suddenly spoke to him. Yes, that was enough. Enough silence. Enough of this stupid fight. Davie hadn't known that Blaise was talking to his quill and not him, and so he hinged to face the boy, there on the floor as they were.

"What's your problem, anyway?" He asked the other boy point blank as he pushed his repaired glasses up his nose. "Why do you always have to write everything down? Why did you get so attached to that stupid quill? And why did you have to beat me up about it, huh?" It was just a stupid quill. He would have given it back.... maybe. Maybe if Blaise had been nice and just asked for it, instead of snatching and punching.

DaniDiNardo · 10-16-2015, 02:30 AM

Despite the horrible circumstances, Blaise actually found himself snickering. It wasn't at Davie or the fact he must not have liked the floor as much but rather something his quill had taken down when he'd been in his Common Room three days ago. Sure it didn't happen quite like that but he wouldn't have been laughing if the quill took it down the way it was.

The subtle shifting of the cuff chain caught his attention but with things the way they were, he was probably better left ignoring the boy who was ignoring him.

...Or not ignoring him?

Brown eyes settled on the only company he had in the room, fixing him with a look. He didn't know if he was being mocked or made fun of. What was wrong with writing things down? What was wrong with having something you would punch a guy for? Blaise laid there staring on in silence for a little longer, not sure he wanted to answer but he did, his eyes flickering back to his notes.

"I like it." Did he need more reason than that. "I like making stories, whether by myself or if my quill does it and I like how interesting it makes even the most dull people and places. It keeps things fun and it's a nice distraction." From the fact he couldn't do magic. Didn't matter. Magic was dumb. His gaze moved along the paper hovering above him while he spoke, mostly cause it helped him to not tell Davie to just mind his own business like he'd been doing. "That one's my favourite. It's the first one I ever got because I won an essay competition at Wizarding Prep. Dad thought I had real potential."

Finally his eyes did shift back to the Ravenclaw. "You like quick quotes quills." It wasn't a question. Just an observation. Enough to take a punch too apparently.

BanaBatGirl · 10-16-2015, 02:41 AM

Great, now Blaise was laughing at him. Eyes narrowing imperceptibly, the Ravenclaw started to make up his mind that if he ever did make it out of here, alive and without having smothered Blaise in his sleep, he was never ever EVER, even ACKNOWLEDGING that Gryffindor EVER again.

"Yeaaah, it makes stuff interesting," he ~~agreed~~ said slowly, "and I had never seen one before, which was why I picked it up, but it also distorts stuff. It twists everyone's words and it ruins your notes, which could really mess up a person's education." He considered for a moment what Blaise had said about winning that quill. Yeah. He hadn't known that. He hadn't thought about it having any meaning to the boy. "Why didn't you just say so? You always look like you have plenty of quills with that thing floating around behind you." And he pointed to the ever-present notepad.

DaniDiNardo · 10-16-2015, 03:03 AM

The narrowing eyes escaped the boy completely and even if he had seen it, he wouldn't have figured what it was for. He hadn't even been looking at him, how could he have done anything to offend him? Ravenclaws were decidedly very weird.

Blaise pulled himself into a sitting position with a sigh. Davie was missing the point. It wasn't for his education at all. "I take separate notes for lessons." Unless he didn't particularly think the notes were important or dire, then he didn't care whether his quill wrote it or not. "The distortion's for my amusement. It's never quite what you expect it to be." He might have flipped closer to the centre of the notepad, just to show him how the quill had captured their fight but at this point he didn't think the boy would appreciate it much so he simply shrugged and moved to the next question. Did he always look like he had quills though?

"I didn't think I'd need to go into an entire biography just to get something back that belongs to me." He snapped his fingers and the notepad fell into his palm much like the quill had done earlier. "I do have a lot of them though, an entire collection. You knew it wasn't yours, why didn't you just ask if I had another to give?" He always did. Could have asked to keep that one too at which point Blaise would have told him no and offered him another. One did not fight for things that did not belong to them. It wasn't how things worked.

BanaBatGirl · 10-17-2015, 01:38 PM

So basically Blaise just got a kick off messing up other peoples' words, was the gist Davie was getting. "Yeaaaaaaaaaah. I read your notebook, couldn't hardly make sense of it." He eyed the other boy, then decided to give him a freebie. "And then I put it in the outdoor library, in that tree by the lake." So that's what had happened to it... months ago when Davie had found it.

He watched silently as the notepad obeyed his classmate's snap. Snort. Trying to show off, was he? "I didn't know it was YOURS though. I just thought I found it." IT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING, duh.

DaniDiNardo · 10-17-2015, 03:45 PM

"Well of course you couldn't understand it, you'd have had to be there when it was written to get the full effect of it." It wouldn't be nearly as amusing to the boy if he wasn't aware of the original situation. It was the differences that made it worth reading. "If I wanted it to make sense, I'd have written it myself." It just wasn't the poi--

!!!!!!

"You did what??" Stuck it in some tree out by the lake?? What? Who EVEN did that? Was that a real thing? Why would someone have a library in the tree and why would he stick a notepad there??? NOTEPADS WERE NOT LIBRARY BOOKS.

It wasn't showing off. Blaise had a whole bunch of cool tricks he could show if he wanted to show off, the boy simply realized he wouldn't get anymore reading done because APPARENTLY someone wanted to talk after ignoring him the WHOLE time. Curious, that's what he was. "Well you know now, so you should tell me you're sorry you took it and wouldn't give it back." Wait for it. He wasn't a completely horrible child. Gosh. "And I'll apologize for attacking you like I did in the Great Hall." Those were his terms.

Very simple. Then they could make up speeches and present tomorrow and Airey could GET THIS BLOODY THING OFF HIS WRIST. It was starting to hurt. ~~Must have been all the yanking~~.

BanaBatGirl · 10-17-2015, 08:10 PM

"Yeah, but all that writing seems like such a waste, because what if you started reading it back later and then you started remembering it wrong? And then all your memories started not matching up to what you had on record? That could be really messy and confusing." Just saying, Blaise. But anyway, "You probably could write stuff yourself. You could work for the Quill, or the Yearbook." Which he might already, but Davie wouldn't know. He wasn't a fan of this kid, obviously.

And yeah, he'd put it in the shared library! "It seemed like a work of fiction, so I thought other people might want to read it!" David blinked owlishly at the other boy. Was that the wrong thing to do? He'd been trying to do a good deed that day!

Yeah yeah, time to apologize. He understood. He wanted out of these handcuffs too. The Ravenclaw cleared his throat. He had no siblings, so he wasn't used to this... being sorry stuff. "I apologize for taking the green quill I didn't know was yours. And... for not giving it back."

DaniDiNardo · 10-17-2015, 08:37 PM

Blaise was shaking his head. No. Nope nope nope. As LOGICAL as Four Eyes was being, he was also over thinking it and...completely ruining it for him while he was at it. Wow. Nice job, bud. "If you read a story, would you suddenly start thinking that's how life happened?" Serious question. That quill didn't play when it was embellishing. The boy would have to be suffering from an exceptional bought of amnesia to believe a drop of it really went that way. "My memory's fine and I do write whatever I wanna proper remember." Dude was completely missing the fact it was for fun. He knew that word, yeah? Didn't have to make sense. Just. Fun.

His expression fell a little at the mention of both the quill and the yearbook. "I wish. The Professor offered but then he took it back." Skip a couple ~~or all, it was all~~ your Charms and Transfiguration classes and suddenly you were on Academic Probation. It just wasn't fair. Was it HIS fault his wand was a bloody girl that didn't do anything he asked????

Blaise blinked at Davie blinking at him. A work of fiction? With the names of people in their school...? More blinking. "How's about...we go looking for the book tomorrow? During lunch." When everyone was back in the Great Hall, Professor's included, and he could pop him another one if it wasn't there anymore. All smiles. Friendly smiles. Friiiiends.

"Apology accepted and I'm sorry for....overreacting the way I did instead of using my words." Come to think of it, things might have been different if he had--only if Truebridge was to be trusted. For all he knew, he was just saying that.

"Now comes the just as not fun part. We gotta do a speech. We'll take turns asking questions." Blaise lived for the interview and just look how civilized they were being! Could the cuffs come off NOW--no....no they couldn't because he and Four Eyes had a date tomorrow, whether he wanted to come or not. Bless these cuffs. "What do you think is fun?"

*Kolyander* · 10-18-2015, 10:49 PM

SPOILER!!: Frankie

Having had her back turned to him while she was focused on getting the door to appear Hady didn't notice any of the faces he had been making. For if she had she probably would have said something to him about it. Odd non-believing boy that he was.

He could just eat his words now. The lion should feel stupid for ever doubting her. She's the one that knew what she was talking about it and there right before them both was the proof. Hady was right and this boy was WRONG. Which meant she owned this bet and now he had to do whatever she wanted basically. What she would have him do yet she didn't know but she'd come up with something. Something interesting.

Looking over her shoulder the smallish snake pulled the door open fully showing them both what must have looked like a large dance studio. Only there were drinks, snacks and beanbag chairs as well. It was her usual set up for this room when she came here which was quite often as of late. More so then anyone probably knew. Stepping aside she let him enter, the door closing and disappearing behind them so no one could follow them inside.

"Do you dance at all?" she questioned turning to face him as she pushed her hair off her face her bright hazel eyes dancing with enjoyment. If he didn't this might be really fun for her. As she studied him a second she realized she never gave her name. Oops. Really he should know who she was...everyone SHOULD. However she was being 'nice' for now. "I'm Hady by the way."

*Zoe* · 10-18-2015, 11:04 PM

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Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy

Having had her back turned to him while she was focused on getting the door to appear Hady didn't notice any of the faces he had been making. For if she had she probably would have said something to him about it. Odd non-believing boy that he was.

He could just eat his words now. The lion should feel stupid for ever doubting her. She's the one that knew what she was talking about it and there right before them both was the proof. Hady was right and this boy was WRONG. Which meant she owned this bet and now he had to do whatever she wanted basically. What she would have him do yet she didn't know but she'd come up with something. Something interesting.

Looking over her shoulder the smallish snake pulled the door open fully showing them both what must have looked like a large dance studio. Only there were drinks, snacks and beanbag chairs as well. It was her usual set up for this room when she came here which was quite often as of late. More so then anyone probably knew. Stepping aside she let him enter, the door closing and disappearing behind them so no one could follow them inside.

"Do you dance at all?" she questioned turning to face him as she pushed her hair off her face her bright hazel eyes dancing with enjoyment. If he didn't this might be really fun for her. As she studied him a second she realized she never gave her name. Oops. Really he should know who she was...everyone SHOULD. However she was being 'nice' for now. "I'm Hady by the way."

Needless to say, Frankie did not like losing or making a fool of himself. Both of which he had managed to do in mere moments because some Slytherin chick took advantage of him. He should have known better; they didn't call them sly for nothing. Even though he wasn't pleased about practically being a temporary servant to the girl, he had to at least be happy about finally knowing the whereabouts of the Room of Requirement.

But he had to admit that what the room presented itself as was dreadfully boring. All it was was floor and a bunch of mirrors. Frankie would have turned around and left had food not been present. Food was always good.

After grabbing some right away and plopping down on a beanbag, the Gryffindor started eating. The girl could go do whatever she wanted so long as he didn't have to participate in whatever she did in a boring room full of mirrors. A small sigh escaped him though. Of course she wasn't going to leave him alone. Not after winning a bet she knew he had no chance of winning the entire time.

He laughed when she asked if he danced. Did it look like he could dance? No, no, no. Frankie dueled and played Quidditch and stuff like that. Dancing was certainly NOT on the list. Nope. Instead of giving her an answer, he just continued eating as he sunk further into the beanbag. But he did speak one word to her, even though there was still food in his mouth. "Frankie."

*Kolyander* · 10-18-2015, 11:42 PM

SPOILER!!: Frankie

To the non-dancer the room probably appeared boring. A dancer would understand though and if he was paying attention the music playing around them would've tipped him off. Not girly music no. No ballet or jazz or whatever that was. It was dance music. Hip hop. What Hady did best.

The bet was pushed to the back burner of her mind as she watched the blonde go straight for the food. Of course he had. It had to be a guy thing. Guys and their food. She lightly skirted around him grabbing herself a chocolate frog. Opening it she caught her frog midleap holding him by one of his back legs. She pulled the card free with her free hand and without even looking at it held it out to him, "Do you collect these?" She did kinda but she mostly had them all.

Now that she had his name which she knew from lessons she nodded. He didn't answer her first question about dancing. That most likely meant he didn't. Instantly a grin was on her face as she plopped down into a beanbag chair. "Alright here's the deal, since I knew I'd win how about this...you dance here and now no matter how bad it is and I'll uh do something you want. Fair?"

She was being nice. Kinda.

*Zoe* · 10-19-2015, 12:19 AM

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Originally Posted by SpiritWolfe Malfoy

To the non-dancer the room probably appeared boring. A dancer would understand though and if he was paying attention the music playing around them would've tipped him off. Not girly music no. No ballet or jazz or whatever that was. It was dance music. Hip hop. What Hady did best.

The bet was pushed to the back burner of her mind as she watched the blonde go straight for the food. Of course he had. It had to be a guy thing. Guys and their food. She lightly skirted around him grabbing herself a chocolate frog. Opening it she caught her frog midleap holding him by one of his back legs. She pulled the card free with her free hand and without even looking at it held it out to him, "Do you collect these?" She did kinda but she mostly had them all.

Now that she had his name which she knew from lessons she nodded. He didn't answer her first question about dancing. That most likely meant he didn't. Instantly a grin was on her face as she plopped down into a beanbag chair. "Alright here's the deal, since I knew I'd win how about this...you dance here and now no matter how bad it is and I'll uh do something you want. Fair?"

She was being nice. Kinda.

With food being the central focus of his senses, he hadn't heard the music playing. It was just distant background noise at the moment. Since food was in sight, that was all that mattered to Frankie since the rest of the room wasn't that interesting. They'd be in a completely different setting had he been the one to get the room to appear. But that was going to have to wait for another day.

Blue eyes looked up into Hady's and then glanced over to the card she was holding out to him. Dumbledore. Pssh. Lame. "I used to collect 'em. Not so much anymore." He had grown out of collecting chocolate frog cards years ago. He was a fourteen-year-old boy after all. There were bigger and better things he had his eyes set on these days. Even though he did still have his collection buried deep within his trunk. Not that it mattered much since he already had the ones he cared for and a number of rejects. He didn't need to add another Dumbledore card to that later pile.

But that grin that she was now sporting was something he didn't like one bit. He knew where this was going, and he wasn't pleased about her taking advantage of him ignoring her question because now they both knew he didn't dance. He gave her a look when she presented her compromising deal. She would do something he wanted if he danced for her? She could have asked him to do far worse than dance. Hmm...

"Fine. But I'm telling you now that it ain't gonna be pretty. Not in the slightest."

Frankie managed to roll himself off of the beanbag chair he was sitting on and got up on his feet. Now the music was noticeable and he attempted to get in sync with it. While in his own mind he seemed to be doing better than he expected, in actually he was just running around, flailing his arms and hands about in random motions, and made a poor attempt at doing the worm. Already on the floor when the song ended, he rolled over onto his back gasping for air as his heart pounded and sweat began to travel down his face.

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