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	Valentine’s Day was getting closer, and Hades had no doubt, he wanted to share this special day with his beloved. Today, he was assigned to the ballroom where he would be meeting with Damion and other students. He was dressed in a black suit, suit pants and a silk shirt with a pair of open buttons where it revealed a little of the upper area of his chest. His shoes were of a material that Hades did not know, and had a small detail of decoration on it. It was one of the few times that Hades dressed so well, reflecting his excellent taste in fashion. While at the scene, he listened to Professor Blumenthal, but his arm kept wrapping around Damion’s hip “This will certainly be interesting.” Hades whispered in a low voice. He kept his eye on the professor, but did not forget that Damion was by his side. Hades smiled after hearing the professor’s comment that if they had not come to dance, they should leave. He looked at some who were leaving, but his gaze quickly landed on Damion “You’ve always been lucky to have me.” said in another language, sure that his partner would be unable to understand him. He smiled, moving to stand in front of Damion. The height difference between the two was difficult not to notice, he inclined “As usual, my dear. We can’t help it, it’s like something that defines roles. I always take the initiative.” he whispered, sketching that smile that Damion loved so much. He noticed Damion’s blushing cheeks, and did not hesitate to run his thumb over it, gently stroking him in what he admired the face. His blue eyes remained fixed on the other, a broad smile on his face. He moved his hands to place them in the corresponding positions, holding Damion steady in what he held “You’re adorable.” he declared as he realized that he was giggling non-stop, which he found it very sweet. He bowed his head to kiss him, holding his hands and began to move, showing the ease he had when he danced the foxtrot “Now you think you’re lucky your boyfriend knows how to dance, don’t you?” he asked seductively. He bit his lower lip “The foxtrot is like a game of mime, where the movements must be copied and be in sync with your partner.” he began to ramble, looking at Damion’s brown eyes and his smile “Je t'aime tellement.” he whispered. The intensity in which they both looked at each other caused Hades' hair to change slightly in color to a lighter tone.
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Tagging: @Damion White

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10 February, 2024

Simon had seen the flyer for the Foxtrot dancing lessons before she had, and when he turned to her with his high wattage smile on high beams, asking her if she was 'ready to get her foxtrot on with him', she thought her heart might explode with joy and anticipation. Nevermind that Professor Blumenthal had inconveniently scheduled the lesson at the same time AngelFyre had planned to have Simon's surprise birthday party. It was all good. As she figured it, she was going to be in his arms one way or the other. Whether that took place gliding on the ice sheeting the Great Lake or gliding on the dance floor gracing Hogwarts' elegant Ballroom, dancing, at least the way they most liked to do it, meant there would likely be a good number of nuns at Westminster Cathedral, Simon's church back in London Town, making the signs of the cross and praying for the young lad's deliverance as the two would leave little room for the Holy Spirit between them.

That thought always tickled AngelFyre ever since Simon told her about his nuns and their warning when dancing. Sure, they would not know precisely what he was doing... or when he was doing it... but she imagined they knew him well enough to know the pre-hormonal boy who left them three and a half years ago was already girl crazy at that point in his life. It was just good common sense to imagine they imagined he was a walking, ticking time bomb now. She also imagined there were numerous prayers sent up to the heavens daily on his behalf... still. And on that point, the good-natured humor that accompanied this train of thoughts pretty much disembarked at that pearly gated depot.

But as usual, these thoughts crossed her mind at times when they were the least helpful, so AngelFyre now found herself finishing the final touches to her look before meeting Simon downstairs in the Common Room. “Colorvaria” she spoke confidently as she pointed her wand and motioned it appropriately at her lipstick. She normally wore natural or nude pinks and mauves if she wore lipstick at all. Her personal preference, usually, was to wear something that did not stand out like an emergency flare on her pale skin, but given the type of dance they were going to be dancing, AngelFyre decided to dress as closely as she could to the big band era of the 1930s and 1940s. It was Simon’s favorite type of music, and whether that music is what Professor Blumenthal decided to play for them to dance to or not, she knew she could give her best fellow a visual slice of the era anyway. So a matte, fire hydrant red is what now rouged her lips. It would, no doubt, also rouge Simon’s neck and earlobes and cheeks and lips and possibly even his shirt collar by day’s end.

When she looked in the mirror, she thought she would be horrified, but no. She was not. It definitely was a red beacon, but it just went perfectly with the dress and her hair and her eyes. To be honest, the hair looked a little more Marilyn Monroe, circa 1950s, than big band, but Simon preferred her hair down to up, so this was the compromise the Comb of Vanity came up with and she was not going to fight it.

The last thing she brought with her was the beautiful paper rose he had made for her one day in class and had given to her before one of their patrols earlier last month. She had thought to wear it in her hair, but that could interfere with some cheek to cheek proximity later down the line. She instead attached it to a satin band and used it as a wrist corsage. It went beautifully with her dress.

As she hurried down the steps, her asymmetrical, ankle length skirt moved as if floating on air currents. There were just enough rhinestones to give it fabulous sparkle, but not so many as to weigh it down. Simon’s broad smile told her she had hit her mark, so off they went to the Ballroom.

As they gave their attention to Professors Blumenthal and Regan, AngelFyre could not help but notice Simon’s sideways glance towards her. She just smiled and kept her eyes forward, but she did squeeze his hand three times, their silent signal for ’I love you’. When they had gotten their instructions, Simon lifted her hand to his lips before doing anything else. The boy was definitely smooth. His eyes never left hers as he brushed his lips against the skin on the back of her hand, and even that little gesture utterly electrified her.

After taking one of her hands and placing it on his shoulder, he then placed his own on her shoulder blade and not around her waist, holding his arm out so that her arm could take its position above his. With her other hand delicately held in his, they were off. They both knew this dance, so they were not really here for the lessons. They were here to have fun and connect with one another in what had turned out to be a rather hectic year for both of them.

“I am glad we know these steps, because honestly, the tutorial was great, but I think we can kick it up a notch or three with your signature spins and dips. What do you say Twinkle Toes?” and she laughed merrily as Simon stepped up nobly to the challenge and spun her out and brought her back in close to him once again. AngelFyre loved the feel of her skirt and hair flaring about her in the rapid turns, but she most enjoyed the sound of her skirt whispering against itself during the spins.

This was just what they both needed.

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IC: Simon Kincaid is AngelFyre's dance partner. Shocking, I know.

Simon and AngelFyre's writers have long ago given permission to godmod the other's character.

(WC: 986)

Credits to the amazing @Reyna Evergreen & @Linda Ramirez of Rey & Li's Remarkables for the image.

Date: 10^th February 2024

"Yes it will be very interesting." Damion said laughing softly. He was very happy with Hades being next to him. He looked at the other boy and smiled. He loved how pretty his boyfriend looked. "Did I mention how good you look my love?" He asked smiling at him. His eyes followed what the professor was doing. He wanted to do it right with his boyfriend. He didn't to end up tripping over Hades' foot and end up hurting himself or worse hurting Hades.

Damion smiled as he watched some of the students leave but not Hades. He was very lucky to have someone to dance with and moreover to call his boyfriend. "Yes I am lucky to have you babycakes." Damion said looking into the pretty blue eyes of Hades. Damion's eyes glanced up at the taller boy and smiled. "I know that babycakes. I was not going to assume that you wouldn't take the initiative." He said as he noticed the smile on his boyfriend's face that made his stomach feel butterflies. Damion leaned into the touch of Hades' hand on his face. He was really happy that Hades loved it when he blushed.

Damion blushed more when he heard Hades calling him adorable. He took a deep breath as Hades held him steady. He always felt good with Hades' arms around him. Damion kissed Hades back and smiled. He started following Hades in foxtrot. "Yes I am very lucky that my boyfriend knows how to dance." Damion said very enthusiastically. Damion nodded his head. He was over-the-moon that Hades knew that dance. Damion had seen it for the first time. "Well you know I am always in sync with you babycakes." He said looking at him. "And you shouldn't bite your lips that sweetly babycakes." He whispered in Hades' ear. "Je t'aime aussi" (I love you too.) Damion didn't hesitate to say it back. "You're so cute when you blush." Damion said noticing Hades' blush.

Violet intently studied the people around her as Ernest led her into the dancing crowd. She focused on their footwork, watching as one partner moved forward while the other moved back. Though the step looked quite difficult to coordinate, Violet was determined to give it a try. She repeated the pattern in her head, imagining herself moving to the beat.

As she passed by a couple looking as if they were hit by the dancing feet spell, Violet suppressed a laugh but couldn't help giggling quietly.

Ernest offered to lead, and Violet gladly accepted, still unsure about the dance steps. As he placed his hand on the top of her waist, she gently rested her hand on his shoulder, ready to dance.

Violet chuckled when Ernest mentioned that he had only read about the dance and jokingly apologized in advance if he accidentally stepped on her toes. "Well, I've never tried this dance before," Violet confided, "I normally feel comfortable dancing barefoot, but after seeing people dance, I'm not so sure."

Despite her uncertainty, Violet said, "We should give it a try anyway. And if my toes end up getting stepped on, I can always wear back my heels." Violet smiled as she said that.

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Dance partner: Ernest Baird

OOC notes: Dance partner is Quinn Brook and word count is 290/400

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Interacting with: @Kaitlyn Connor	Word Count: 412/400	Outfit: Reducio

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Minnie felt her face flush at the compliment. "Thanks, it's really nothing. And...I would love for us to play with stuffed animals together if it doesn't seem too babyish." She swallowed, trying to place the emotion that suddenly came up. It seemed...happy. But there was more to the emotion. It was something she hadn't felt before, and she didn't know what to call it. I'll figure it out eventually. She thought, not wanting to spoil her moment with Kaitlyn. "I would love to draw with you." She told her quietly. "And...I enjoy spending time with you as well." For some odd reason her face flamed when she said that and an even stranger emotion came to Minnie. She really didn't know what she was feeling. Is there a reason I keep thinking about Kaitlyn and then doing a strange thing? Do I...hm...I really have no clue what's going on. She thought, utterly confused. Kaitlyn must be so confused about my response. I really need to get myself together and figure out what's wrong with me later. Then she smiled at Kaitlyn and her heart did something strange. It reminded her of...no. That couldn't be it. Do I...like her? I can't. I already have Augustus and Theo to think about. I can't have another person as well. We are just good friends. And that's all that it is. I do not like like her. She shook off the thought, but couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen. "The dancing is fun." She agreed with Kaitlyn, changing the subject. She hated the large crowds and wanted to run away to a place with zero people or noise, but she wasn't going to tell Kaitlyn that. She barely even flinched when some dancing people bumped into her. She was just going to dance with her and be fine doing it, then find a really quiet place to let out her nerves afterwards. Minnie repressed a sigh and looked at the ceiling, trying to find a conversation to start. "I do like to make poems though, and...I could make a poem about this." She finally said. Would Kaitlyn like that? Her mind went on. Would she think writing poems is good or...bad? I don't think she would think it's bad but...I can't be sure. Life really was confusing. But she continued to dance all the while, waiting for her good friend's response. Minnie's dance partner is Kaitlyn Connor

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Time: Reducio Date	Interacting with : Reducio @Minnie Duke
Outfit: Reducio Dress: link Sandals: link Hairstyle: link Self-made tulip earrings: link	Notes: Reducio Speech: #3CB371 Thoughts: italics

Seeing Minnie flush made Kaitlyn’s cheeks flush light pink. She nodded her head. “I don’t think it’s babyish, and I won’t pass up an opportunity to hang out with a friend, either,” she smiled brightly to Minnie. ‘I hope there is no hidden meaning behind Minnie’s words. She seems awefully embarassed by it. I’d love to play with her though, so I know I won’t mind,’ she thought.

The smile on Kaitlyn’s face grew when Minnie confirmed that she’d like to draw with her. “Awesome, I cannot wait,” she agreed. Her cheeks flushed even darker at Minnie’s words. “… um … that’s great to hear, I’m happy,” she responded, just as quietly, as her friend. She could feel her heart flutter in her chest. ‘I … what is this feeling? I-I don’t know what to make of it,’ she thought.

“Yes, it is. I like doing this,” Kaitlyn agreed with a smile. She wasn’t a fan of all the other students being there, but that was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Her blue eyes lit up, as Minnie mentioned poems. “Oh yes, I love poems! I’ve always wondered what the feeling would be like to give a nice poem to someone I like ….” she trailed off, giggling slightly. In her mind, it was always a girl, a fact that she refused to acknowledge to Minnie. “I’d be honored to read a poem you make. I’m sure it’ll be great!” She smiled brightly.

“I also know how to write poetry. The all-girls Catholic muggle boarding school I used to go to taught us how to write. My science fiction or fantasy short stories weren’t as well-received. But, poems, yes,” Kaitlyn explained. “Hey, um, Minnie? Do you mind if I write you a poem, too? The last time I wrote one, it kind of sucked,” her cheeks flushed lightly. “If you don’t want me to, I totally get it … I … um, would like your opinion on my writing, if you don’t mind, … please?”

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Kaitlyn's dance partner is Minnie Duke