ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ A Solo Waltz Open

Interacting with @Marcel Wheatley

- Eliza Corrids - 2nd year - Hex: 8b654b - Clothing: Elizabeth has on a minty green sweater, with a black and white striped collared shirt on, and a deep maroon skirt that brings out the colour of the sweater. Her glasses, round today, sit on her nose, strips of hair draped down around her ears. She has on silver earrings, and her hair is in a large poofy ponytail. She has on black flats -

The afternoon air was warm and fuzzy. As winter was bidding adeu, and spring waltzed in, Liz had gathered her ballet shows and was ready to waltz her little heart out. She'd been doing ballet since she was a young child, and she was fully prepared for any form of dancing she felt like.
She walked down the hallway, her wand tucked into the crease in her skirt. It was lovely really, being able to move freely without doubt, or telling of wrong. She was overjoyed. It was rarely that she had chances to do stuff like this. She opened a hallway door, and walked over to the entrance of The Rehearsal room- She thought, smiling at the label on the door. She'd been here before, when she had a musical montage session with some other students, and for the occasional dance session. It wasn't too often though, as she had duties, and school to do. She opened the door with her hip, a brown duffle bag in her hands. She stopped, noticing the two others in the room, shaking hands. They appeared to be young, one looking about the same age as Liz. She smiled. "Hello- err- pardon me for interrupting.." She rubbed the back of her neck, setting her bag down on a table bench.

- Interacting with: @Marcel Wheatley - Mentioning: @Harmonia Melodius -

Interacting with @Marcel Wheatley and @Eliza Corrids.

- Eliza Corrids - 2nd year - Hex: 8b654b - Clothing: Elizabeth has on a minty green sweater, with a black and white striped collared shirt on, and a deep maroon skirt that brings out the colour of the sweater. Her glasses, round today, sit on her nose, strips of hair draped down around her ears. She has on silver earrings, and her hair is in a large poofy ponytail. She has on black flats -

She laughed. "Ah- haha, yes-" She answered the Boy's question. "I'm Elizabeth Corrids. But you can call me Eliza or Liz. Pleasure to meet you both-" She held her hand out to the boy and then the girl, open for a handshake or two.

"In any case, hello. My name's Marcel Wheatley, and this is... Well, I'll let her introduce herself. I was planning on practicing waltzing for the Blossom Ball, but I'm not very good at it." He introduced himself.

Elizabeth smiled. "It's great to meet you both as well. And yes, Harmonia, I do know how to waltz. Do you, Marcel?" She asked, kindly, untying her shoes and puting on the pink ballet slippers. "Just as you, I've loved to dance for quite some time. And as well as you, my mother taught me." She leaned her back on the desk. She was intruiged to meet people who have the same interests as her.

"I don't particularly have a date yet. I might not go.. quite unsure." She laughed uncomfortably, moving a strand of hair out of her face. "So, you to practicing as well?"

- Interacting with: @Marcel Wheatley - Mentioning: @Harmonia Melodius -

- Eliza Corrids - 2nd year - Hex: 8b654b - Clothing: Elizabeth has on a minty green sweater, with a black and white striped collared shirt on, and a deep maroon skirt that brings out the colour of the sweater. Her glasses, round today, sit on her nose, strips of hair draped down around her ears. She has on silver earrings, and her hair is in a large poofy ponytail. She has on black flats -

To her surprise, he sounded like someone Liz should hang around."No need to apologize for something you didn't do-" She spun around, doing a pirouette, and landing gracefully on her feet, angled in a diamond. "I agree with you. After the Valentines event, I don't suppose I'll have anyone to be with.. You know, you can call me your friend. Perfect, actually. You seem great to me. Friend worthy." She blushed a bit, but it was hidden under her hair as she pulled it out of her face. She grinned, standing up and leaning on a desk, out of breath.

"Dancing is simple if you really want to learn. Merlin, it is one of the most simple things I've learned, compared to a lot of the topics at this school. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I have so many other activities, I would start a dancing club." She walked over to the center of the room, standing with her feet together. "The first position," explained Eliza, "is where you put your feet together. Now imagine a small square, stand in it, on one side." She held her hands out as if working with a partner, and stepped into second position. "You simply want to walk along the edges of the square, leading with your right 'or left' foot. Then third, then second." She let her eyes close, and hummed a waltzy tune, doing a simple dance. She was in her own world at this point, waltzing peacefully. Her hair continued to flow around her shoulders. She stopped, standing in the center of her imaginary square.

"Care to join..?" She asked, after contemplating this action for a long second. It was best to try and have fun than to stay lonely forever. She smiled.

- Interacting with: @Marcel Wheatley - Mentioning: @Harmonia Melodius -

Reducio

Outfit

Mercy's wearing a coral-colored jumper with black ballet flats. Underneath the jumper, she's wearing a white, long-sleeved blouse.

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Mercy was ecstatic about the upcoming Blossom Ball! So far, she had everything somewhat planned out, her ball gown, hairstyle, and accessories! She even convinced her friend Frankie to come with her. Sadly, there was one itsy-bitsy little problem. Mercy was a terrible dancer.

Sports, unfortunately, came hard to Mercy. She always seemed to be the slowest runner, usually coming last in races. Even when it came to dancing and acting, Mercy never seemed to compare. Mercy, being determined, always persisted, no matter the challenging the situation.

Suddenly, Mercy heard a peculiar noise from inside the Rehearsal Room. Did it sound like dancing? "Well," Mercy muttered, straightening the sleeves of her silky, white blouse. "It's now or never, I guess."

To her pleasure, she found a group of students gracefully waltzing inside the room. "Hello?" She whisper-shouted, doing her best not to interrupt. "I heard you outside the hall and I don't mean to barge in like this, but I'm a really lousy dancer and don't want to embarrass myself, and..." She paused, taking a deep breath. "Could I maybe have a lesson, please?"

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