A Ballroom Dance? PV. Adonis Thorn Locked

They were either on their third or fourth week now of school and a ball was already going to be happening soon. Not that Adonis didn't love balls or dances, there was just still the lingering image of fellow injured peers of his lying about during the Secret Blossom Ball. That was a disaster. They practically set themselves up for it. Adonis luckily was able to get between a mosp and a friend of his in time to stop it from possibly killing her. He most definitely would not want something like that to happen again. Aside from that, balls/dances would've come rather easy to him due to the things he was taught growing up in his pure-blood household. There was the basic education, of course, but also the arts. He was taught how to dance, sing, and play instruments. Although, he had forgotten how to play most instruments by now and was only left with the ballroom dancing and singing he had learned. Dancing was something that he sort of always liked being that it made him feel good when he got to show off in being able to lead his partner.

It was barely past 8 PM, which meant it was curfew now and everyone should've been in their dorms. Everyone except Adonis and the fellow Slytherin he would soon have the pleasure or displeasure of meeting. Unknowingly at the moment though, of course. Why was Adonis going to the ballroom this late at night? Well, he figured he could get some practice in before the Autumn Ball and touch up on a bit on some moves by himself. The last time he had came here was last school year in which he ended up singing a song with one of his friends. As for this time around though? He would actually be sure to make good use of it.

Upon entering, Adonis immediately took notice of the girl who was already in the room and dancing alone. The boy quickly shuffled to the side after entering to keep himself as far away as possible and hopefully out of her line of sight. Adonis could only stand there watching for so long with a straight face until it turned into that of a grin. A hand rose up to cover his mouth as he began chuckling lightly in amusement while watching the girl attempt to dance. He felt bad for doing so but he couldn’t help it. His hand quickly fell and so did the look on his face once she had spotted him though. “Oh crap.” Yikes. She sure didn’t sound too pleasant to approach at the moment. He didn’t take much offense to being called that either since he had been sort of lurking after all. Then again, that wasn’t going to stop Adonis though. He wasn’t just going to run away all scared.

A sigh came from Adonis, stepping away from the wall he leaned against near the entrance to present himself. “Me. Hello. I apologize for standing around watching instead of saying something.” Don gave the fellow Slytherin a wave of his hand. “I too came here to practice on my own. You know... with the Autumn Ball coming up soon and all.” He said all of this in a calm voice in hopes of calming her down, giving a slight shrug afterwards. Donnie could only hope and pray that she wouldn’t sucker punch him in the face now that he was most likely in range.

@Adonis Thorn

He was laughing at her! A grin or not, to her that was a laugh and it not only embarrassed her further but caused the anger to raise that bit more. Her arms folded in annoyance and her eyes focused, glared even at the boy who was now approaching her revealing that he wore the same house colours. Luckily for him, she had a bit more time for those of her house. A bit more respect if you wanted to call it that, but nonetheless, it wasn't changing the fact that she was annoyed still at the grin he wore when seeing her attempt at dancing.

He followed up with an apology, his voice more chilled than she was expecting after her snapping at the poor boy. '' Whatever.'' She mumbled under her breath and too would shrug her shoulders back at him, not really accepting his apology so easily but rather just moving on passed it and listening in to what he had to say next. He would speak of the Autumn Ball. He had obviously thought of the same idea as she did. Hopefully, he was just as bad as her so she could laugh back at him. A petty, childish thought. One to which made her drop the idea immediately. “Shouldn't laugh at people you know. It's rude.” Her eyes had wandered towards the doors he came from, making sure there was nobody else watching them. They were officially out after hours by now meaning professors or prefects were sure to be lurking the corridors somewhere.

Moments passed before her attention was brought back to the boys. The dark brown hues stared deeply at him, glaring with what looked like hatred although it was just her normal stare which always had that hint of judgement to it. “Wouldn't of been laughin’ if I took you down now would you?” Her hands formed into a fist to which would show her anger, but her tone and choice of words would have given that away by now.

It seemed he was genuinely sorry for his actions, but Falentra couldn’t control her emotions once she went off on one. But it was late, and for a change she was more tired than usual meaning she couldn’t be bothered starting an argument or worse, a fight. She simply shook her head and turned her back to him and to her belongings that rested over the chair. “So... gettin’ some practice in before the Ball ?” The older Slytherin would have spoken in a tone much calmer than before, almost matching his own if it wasn’t for her laziness that began to show through her speech. “Reckon you ‘ave to show us how it’s done now that you’ve mocked me. Eh? What you think?” The girl turned and sat herself on the chair beside her belonging, her legs tucked up to her chest and her eyes yet again fixated onto the boy, awaiting for his response.