6 Jul 2018, 08:02
Give Movement to Words
Give Movements to What Words Can't Say
Given Hogwart's thoughtfulness of providing a list of items and subjects needed and covered in their students school years here, but the thoughtlessness of not providing something like a map, Emanual was surprised he didn't hear of at least five to ten students lost in the school every day. He had a theory that, perhaps, no matter how lost a student gets, Hogwarts will, in time, lead them back to the trail they were trying to follow.
Emanual had gotten himself lost, of course. It was his fourth time now, but thankfully this wasn't right before a class, but more at the end of the week, after all his classes. But even so, he'd been wondering, lost in thought, and before he knew it, his path towards the kitchens and on past towards the Hufflepuff common room had somehow been miss-stepped. Now, he was simply trying to find a room with familiarity, with some sort of staff, or some way back to where he was going. That's when he came across the big doors, thinking they might lead somewhere helpful, only to find a ballroom.
Most male students his age would probably turn around and keep walking, but... Emanual couldn't help but linger in the open doorway. Currently, he saw no one without, so he would find help...but he lingered. He lingered because he wanted to...investigate. He tread inside, looking over the room. He imagined it held very beautiful balls and dances and events. But even more, he was imagining the music and dances themselves. And something elated fluttered in his chest, and he smiled softly.
He'd find his way back to his house...eventually. For now, he decided...he might as well try out his room, as there was no telling when he'd find himself back here gain.
Imagining his own music, Emanual began toeing around the room curiously, almost with a ballet dancers careful movement. But then he began to twirl, and curl, and reach and twist himself in random, interpretive movements that formed themselves in a dance no singular person could label. And as he began, he didn't see a need just yet to stop, and so he kept on dancing.
Given Hogwart's thoughtfulness of providing a list of items and subjects needed and covered in their students school years here, but the thoughtlessness of not providing something like a map, Emanual was surprised he didn't hear of at least five to ten students lost in the school every day. He had a theory that, perhaps, no matter how lost a student gets, Hogwarts will, in time, lead them back to the trail they were trying to follow.
Emanual had gotten himself lost, of course. It was his fourth time now, but thankfully this wasn't right before a class, but more at the end of the week, after all his classes. But even so, he'd been wondering, lost in thought, and before he knew it, his path towards the kitchens and on past towards the Hufflepuff common room had somehow been miss-stepped. Now, he was simply trying to find a room with familiarity, with some sort of staff, or some way back to where he was going. That's when he came across the big doors, thinking they might lead somewhere helpful, only to find a ballroom.
Most male students his age would probably turn around and keep walking, but... Emanual couldn't help but linger in the open doorway. Currently, he saw no one without, so he would find help...but he lingered. He lingered because he wanted to...investigate. He tread inside, looking over the room. He imagined it held very beautiful balls and dances and events. But even more, he was imagining the music and dances themselves. And something elated fluttered in his chest, and he smiled softly.
He'd find his way back to his house...eventually. For now, he decided...he might as well try out his room, as there was no telling when he'd find himself back here gain.
Imagining his own music, Emanual began toeing around the room curiously, almost with a ballet dancers careful movement. But then he began to twirl, and curl, and reach and twist himself in random, interpretive movements that formed themselves in a dance no singular person could label. And as he began, he didn't see a need just yet to stop, and so he kept on dancing.
"Magic under the surface, trembling, screaming, and waiting to burst forth and free; beautiful."
~Emanual C. Kingsley
6 Jul 2018, 14:16
Give Movement to Words
It was the start of a new school year. The months had past quickly and now she was back in the Scottish castle as an older second year. Aurelia held her textbooks tighly to her chest. It was almost time for dinner and the many classes were now over. The first week of the new year was coming to an end. Time was like a shooting star, moments you see and remember and within a few seconds, it was gone.
There was still a few minutes before the meal commenced. Aurelia could take her time. If she were there too early, most of her friends wouldn't be and she would be sitting by herself until they came. As she trotted down the steps, on the forth level entrance, she spin on her heels and turned sharply around the corner. She was familiar with the school already, having lived under it's roof for almost a year. However, many first years were not. During the week, she had helped many new students find their way around the almost unending corridors.
Aurelia entered the ball room. It wasn't where she usually went turning her free time. But today, she had remembered about the fire during the blosomfest ball when she was a first year. It was her first ball in Hogwarts and it was completely ruined by a Slytherin boy who threw a tantrum. Aurelia wanted to see if the house elves had actually did anything about it. There wasn't much in the room but wooden tables without tablecloths covering them. It looked much different when when she was here during the blossomball, it wasn't festive at all instead, it was dull and boring.
Then from the corner of her eye, she saw a student enter. From his yellow tie, she could tell that he was a Hufflepuff. A majority of Aurelia's friends were Hufflepuffs. She didn't mind making another. Strangely, the boy began to dance. It was not common for students to just walk in and dance. But as Aurelia eatched him from the side of the big room, she was mesmerised by the precision's of his movements and how swift he was on his feet. The brunette too, was a dancer, however, she knew herself that she was the only one who could dance as well as him for an twelve year old. Was he even twelve or was he younger?
Aurelia gave a loud obvious cough to announce her presence as he kept dancing. She didn't want to be rude, she was just curious how he learnt to dance so we'll. It was rare that males were fond of dancing, it was usually the females. Maybe she might even join him. It's been a long time since she had danced.
There was still a few minutes before the meal commenced. Aurelia could take her time. If she were there too early, most of her friends wouldn't be and she would be sitting by herself until they came. As she trotted down the steps, on the forth level entrance, she spin on her heels and turned sharply around the corner. She was familiar with the school already, having lived under it's roof for almost a year. However, many first years were not. During the week, she had helped many new students find their way around the almost unending corridors.
Aurelia entered the ball room. It wasn't where she usually went turning her free time. But today, she had remembered about the fire during the blosomfest ball when she was a first year. It was her first ball in Hogwarts and it was completely ruined by a Slytherin boy who threw a tantrum. Aurelia wanted to see if the house elves had actually did anything about it. There wasn't much in the room but wooden tables without tablecloths covering them. It looked much different when when she was here during the blossomball, it wasn't festive at all instead, it was dull and boring.
Then from the corner of her eye, she saw a student enter. From his yellow tie, she could tell that he was a Hufflepuff. A majority of Aurelia's friends were Hufflepuffs. She didn't mind making another. Strangely, the boy began to dance. It was not common for students to just walk in and dance. But as Aurelia eatched him from the side of the big room, she was mesmerised by the precision's of his movements and how swift he was on his feet. The brunette too, was a dancer, however, she knew herself that she was the only one who could dance as well as him for an twelve year old. Was he even twelve or was he younger?
Aurelia gave a loud obvious cough to announce her presence as he kept dancing. She didn't want to be rude, she was just curious how he learnt to dance so we'll. It was rare that males were fond of dancing, it was usually the females. Maybe she might even join him. It's been a long time since she had danced.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
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8 Jul 2018, 22:47
Give Movement to Words
He leapt just as she cleared her throat, which messed up his landing. It wasn't painful, just abrupt and surprising. He looked to the source of the noise, and blushed. He'd never danced in front of anyone but his parents, and even that was rare. But why was she here?
He looked around the room and then to her. "Am I not supposed to be here...? I just...found the room. I like to dance, and...I thought I could dance. Should I leave?" He stood, brushing himself off.
He looked at her, giving slight eye contact but not able to keep it. He knew he needed to get better with that, his parents advised it. It was still a little hard to do, though. He just couldn't force it. He dusted himself off, and turned towards the doorway. "I don't want to get in trouble so...so I'll just leave." He went to grab his bag, and do finally looked at the girl for a moment. "...You were watching. How long were you watching me in here?" He asked, wondering if she just arrived, or if she had been standing there for some time. It caused him to blush a bit again.
He looked around the room and then to her. "Am I not supposed to be here...? I just...found the room. I like to dance, and...I thought I could dance. Should I leave?" He stood, brushing himself off.
He looked at her, giving slight eye contact but not able to keep it. He knew he needed to get better with that, his parents advised it. It was still a little hard to do, though. He just couldn't force it. He dusted himself off, and turned towards the doorway. "I don't want to get in trouble so...so I'll just leave." He went to grab his bag, and do finally looked at the girl for a moment. "...You were watching. How long were you watching me in here?" He asked, wondering if she just arrived, or if she had been standing there for some time. It caused him to blush a bit again.
"Magic under the surface, trembling, screaming, and waiting to burst forth and free; beautiful."
~Emanual C. Kingsley