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Jez pushed open the door to the Room of Requirement once she'd done the whole walking-three-times thing. I need a place to vent my emotions without hurting anyone ... She opened the door into a room with large comfy-looking cushions on the floor, floor-to-ceiling bookcases right across the walls, and a few large dummies that looked suspiciously like the pictures of Death Eaters Jez had seen in a book about Harry Potter. She flopped down on the cushions and stared at the dummies. Maybe she could just hex them. That would vent her feelings. She glanced at the books. They always helped calm her down - just touching the pages was usually enough to send Jez into euphoria. Both the dummies and the books would be a great pick-me-up. But which option should she choose? Jez drew her wand and advanced on the nearest dummy. At once it strange to life and began moving towards her. Jez cried out and fell backwards. The dummies must be enchanted somehow. Well, it would just make them a worthier opponent to beat. She jumped back up and pointed her wand at the dummy. "Expelliarmus!" The dummy seemed to take a hit, but it wasn't beaten yet. "Confringo!" A small explosion blasted the dummy's arm off, but it kept advancing. Then it did something unexpected. It pointed its remaining arm at Jez and shot red sparks at her. Jez shrieked in pain as the sparks hit her arm and burned her. Right. This meant war. Jez shot spells at the dummy while avoiding the red sparks as best she could. Finally, with one arm and leg gone, the dummy was left semi-leaning against the bookshelves. Jez smiled as she pointed her wand at it for the last time. "Confringo." The dummy blew up, showering Jez in multicoloured sparks. She grinned broadly, then collapsed onto a cushion, exhausted. She picked a book from the shelf closest to her, and began to read. Best of both worlds. |
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Then, Erin did it. The door was open now. It was just a room. A room full of things. Hell! Is this the dangerous part? Something would come out from the shelves and cabinets and used equipments and books? That would most probably freak her out since she's on the lead between her and Sky. The Slytherin was just striding behind her, not even beside her. "Do you think there are monsters in here?" Erin asked her company. |
So holidays were over and Matt really was excited to be back at the school for the second half of the term since there were a few questions that he wanted answered but there was plenty of time for that now, right now he was heading up towards the Room of Requirement since he was supposed to meet Stella there for their first date.. or was it even a date? He still didn't understand how everything was going between them but at least she had decided to agree to this. Before he could think about anything else, he was standing near the wall and started pacing back and forth; trying to focus on the fact he needed a dance floor. So you're actually going to ask her to dance this time? Of course he was, it never helped that last time he was a little nervous and decided not to ask her after all. Slowly the doors appeared and he opened them; as he opened them, the sight of what the room turned into just made him stop in his tracks. It looked like a dance floor from a school dance, with the disco ball and illuminated floor; he couldn't help but be the slightest bit intrigued by how this would all go since he hoped that it wasn't going to get all awkward again like the last time.. no, there was no way he was going a few days without being able to talk to her. |
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Walking down the hallway from the common room, she paced in front of the empty stretch of wall three time like she'd always been told, thinking mostly about how she needed to find whereever Matt had conjured up. She couldn't think of any other thing to think of, seeing as she didn't know what he was intending. A grin crept onto her face as the door appeared, however. Time to find out if it had worked, and she opened the door and stepped inside only to laugh at what she saw. "Something tells me your plan wasn't just to have another conversation about what we are, or to apologize again," she commented, once her gaze landed on Matt inside the crazy dance floor room. In fact, the only idea she had was that they were circumventing the official dance lessons that Monsieur Stryker was running, which was amusing to say the least. Definitely less awkward than before she'd gone home. |
Finding that familiar door Chelsea pushed the large doors open and walked inside the room of requirement. Holidays were over and it was back to classes. Hearing the fire crackle as she walked in she sat down on the floor with her back against the couch. Everything in her life was going great at this moment; she was doing good in all her classes, Slytherin was in the lead for house points, and on top of everything Ryan liked her back. Yep, life was pretty good right now. Taking out a piece of parchment and her quill she began to write to her aunt. Which she hadn't done in awhile. |
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"I was wondering if I may have this dance now." Offering out his hand to her, he couldn't help but wonder exactly if he'd forget how to dance this time even though it didn't seem possible that that would happen but who knew what was going to happen here? It seemed like even without having to charm the stereo, music began to softly play from it; huh.. maybe this was the time he'd bring up his dancing past since not many people knew about that or the fact that he had to give it up in order to play Quidditch which hadn't ended well. |
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It seemed Matt's plan was coming to a head, though, and the request definitely distracted her from her memories of that lesson. "Certainly," she said, giving him her hand as he'd offered his, before glancing over as music started playing softly from a stereo she hadn't noticed in the corner of the room. Apparently the room was more useful than she'd thought, or at least believed from the stories talia had told her. It wasn't really that important. There were other things to focus on, like how it seemed she'd get to dance with Matt now. Even if they weren't at an event or anything. This actually seemed almost more special, anyhow. More intimate, definitely, which she wouldn't have expected. |
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Chelsea realized that school was almost half way over which made her kind of sad, she didn't want to leave. |
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Realizing she forgot to put her quill away she reached for her bag and dropped it in. Noticing something else she looked through her bag I can't believe I almost forgot she thought pulling out a box. Wow a few days after christmas and she was now just remembering this. "I almost forgot I got you a Christmas present, I know its silly but I saw it and you came to mind" she said handing him the box. It was just a simple mens necklace but when she saw it, she had thought about him. |
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"Most of the time its just me and my aunt, it gets quite boring" she replied. Sometimes she wished she had a brother or sister. This was why she was not looking forward to summer, she just wanted to stay here with her friends. |
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When she had accepted his offer to dance, he couldn't help but grin ever so slightly as brought her into a bit of a spin before putting his right hand over her shoulder blade exactly how a waltz was supposed to work. "You want to know something else? I do indeed know how to swing dance, that was the whole amusement behind mentioning it during the class. But, people think I'm crazy for it.. honestly, if you're not careful; someone would get hurt since there's a lot of flips among other ridiculousness." Did he care what people thought? Of course not, if he had then clearly he wouldn't have taken up dancing when he was twelve. |
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As he'd spun her, she let out a bit of a giggle, only to find that the amusement faded as he'd then gotten her into an appropriate waltz hold. He definitely wasn't a bad dancer, that was for sure, and she adjusted her own hold as he spoke again. "I wouldn't have thought you'd bring it up if you weren't at least familiar with the style," she replied, as they started dancing. She agreed with his observation that swing was more dangerous than the waltz, that was for sure, but it was also more fun for the same reasons. Ballroom dances were almost more intimate, just because of the very rules that were connected, but sometimes there needed to be more energy. Even if she'd only dabbled in most forms of dance, she knew that much. |
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"In London" she replied. |
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