Dancing Together PV M. Winters Closed

Anastasia took in the blonde girl as she entered the room. The girl had rather nice blue eyes and looked around Anastasia's height, if not a tad taller. She seemed fairly sweet, seeing as her first words were to apologize. Anastasia would have probably said something different, and honestly, something far less polite. However, she was trying to make more friends and really, to be a bit less abrasive in general, and now seemed like a good a time as any to chip away at that goal. "Oh, don't worry a bit, there's plenty of room for the both of us to practice," Anastasia said, smiling. "I take it you're a dancer?" 

It was dawning on Anastasia that perhaps another factor into her lack of friends was the fact that she was going a million miles a minute and constantly accelerating. She hardly had time to sleep or eat, much less socialize, which was rough for the extroverted young Gryffindor. She was an interesting person, in that she didn't particularly like most people, but she also considered herself quite the extrovert. She supposed that the select few she liked, she really liked. She never could do anything in moderation - whether it was relationships, school, hobbies... It was always all or nothing for her. 

Anastasia nodded when the girl talked about the various types of dance she had done. That would certainly be interesting to watch since Anastasia's studio had been a traditional Pureblood woman who had only taught classical ballet. As a result, Anastasia's dance style was technically near flawlessly but far less expressive than someone who had done a combination like the blonde Ravenclaw. "Oh, how fascinating? Which style is your favorite?" she asked conversationally. She brushed a strand of hair that had come loose out of her face as she spoke to the other girl. 

As the two spoke, Anastasia shifted her weight back and forth, rotating her ankles so that she would stay warm and limber. "My name is Anastasia Beckett, but Ana is fine. What are you called?" Anastasia replied. Her parents weren't big on nicknames, but Anastasia was a big name for an eleven-year-old and more and more people had begun to call her Ana. Originally, she'd been rather taken aback at the informality of the name, after all, three letters summing up a girl with five middle names was quite a jump, but now she was rather fond of it. It somehow felt like people actually knew her. Maybe she was reading too much into this.