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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 21, 2007 11:07:01 GMT -5
((I started a new thread because otherwise we’d keep getting muddled with Susan and Sebastien’s conversation. Hope you don’t mind!))
Caitlin watched, concerned, as the tall girl hurried out of the ballroom, then out of sight a few seconds later.
"I don't know...do you think something is wrong?"
She turned back to look at him, noticing others were watching the doorway the girl and patronus had disappeared through.
“I’m not sure, but that patronus was Dylan’s. He’s a 5th year Ravenclaw, and was helping me with my patronus after... our little adventure.” No one listening to them should understand the referral to their time in the forbidden forest last week, unless one of the others had told another student and gossip had speculated the rest. “I hope he’s ok. Still, I think that girl was a prefect, so if anything is wrong she should be able to sort it out.”
Focussing her attention back on Jacques, she smiled wryly as she remembered his initial reluctance to come to the dance. “How are you enjoying yourself, Mister Broken? " she asked formally, hoping to gain a smile from his suddenly serious face. "It’s not quite as bad as you thought it would be, is it?”
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Post by jacques on Nov 21, 2007 17:29:38 GMT -5
((Not at all!!))
"Yeah, I hope so." He said distractedly, remembering there not-so-little excursion into the forbidden forest after dark. His face was still worried, and he focussed his attention on Caitlin, though he wasn't smiling, his face was lighter.
“How are you enjoying yourself, Mister Broken? It’s not quite as bad as you thought it would be, is it?”
She was being formal, and he couldn't help but smile slightly, but kept the majority of his face serious. He wasn't having the time of his life, but it certainly wasn't as bad as he had thought. In fact, he found it rather fun. Bowing just as formally, he said seriously. "Oh yes Ms. Collins, and you?" His voice was joking, and he grinned under the mask, not as hesitant as he had felt before.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 23, 2007 4:32:35 GMT -5
She had succeeded in making him smile, Caitlin was glad to see. The nervousness she had initially felt when Susan left was fading, although she still had no idea where it had come from. Something to ponder for another day.
"Oh yes Ms. Collins, and you?" [/color]
“Of course. If I had thought it would be unpleasant I would not have been so adamant about you coming. Then again, I would still have been here not knowing many people, so perhaps I would have invited you to come anyway.” She thought back on what she’d just said. “Did that make any sense whatsoever?” she asked quizzically, with a vague feeling that she’d been babbling. At least the mask hide her slight blush.
Looking around, she saw that attention was no longer focussed on the disappeared patronus and prefect. Shaking aside her worry about Dylan, she returned her gaze to Jacques, not wanting him to feel as if she was ignoring him.
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Post by jacques on Nov 23, 2007 11:47:38 GMT -5
“Of course. If I had thought it would be unpleasant I would not have been so adamant about you coming. Then again, I would still have been here not knowing many people, so perhaps I would have invited you to come anyway. Did that make any sense whatsoever?”
Jacques grinned behind the tiger mask, and shook his head, sending blue dust sprinkling down on his red vest and brown shoulders. "Of course it did!" He said kindly, and if he thought about it for a while, it made plenty of sense. He looked at her, then at his toes before returning his gaze to hers. Clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his spikey head, he felt the unassured feeling come back. "Do you want to..dance?" He said in a quiet, though slightly husky voice. He forced the feeling away, wanting to know what it was, but at a later time, it was distracting.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 24, 2007 17:10:20 GMT -5
Caity wrinkled her nose in amusement at the blue dust settling on his shoulders, but other than that managed to keep a straight face. She brushed a little of it off her, but it was rather hard to see how much had actually reached her; it seemed to be the exact same shade of blue as her dress. She was relieved to hear Jacques' reassurance, but still wasn't entirely sure that she'd made a lot of sense.
"Do you want to... dance?"
For a moment she had thought he was unassured in the situation as well, but that was quickly forgotten as her nervousness suddenly returned at his question. What's the matter with me tonight?
"Sure, that'd be nice," she managed to squeak out, keeping her voice mostly at the right pitch. "I warn you, though, I'm not that good at dancing." The comment, although truthful, seemed to help calm her down slightly and she headed further onto the dance floor, among where the others were already dancing.
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Post by jacques on Nov 24, 2007 17:40:58 GMT -5
He smiled weakly, a slight blush creeping onto his face. He started to walk to the floor, for the second time that night. She seemed as nervous as he did, and her voice was at a slightly higher pitch, but he couldn't pinpoint the reason. ''Don't worry," He said, voice still slightly husky. "This will be my second time, ever." Realizing that this might not be a very reassuring thing to say, he blushed, grateful for the mask that hid it. Smooth.. He thought. But the knowledge that both of them were not the best dancer's helped calm him down, and lessening the odd feeling.
Going over the recent skills he had learned from dancing with Susan, he hoped he could remember, and not look like a boy in a tiger mask trying to fly. Add some blue hair and you got a real clown, nope, not gonna happen again. He decided, glancing around the room, before settling on Caitlin.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 25, 2007 12:12:01 GMT -5
The knowledge that this would be his “second time ever” to dance did nothing to reassure her. Then again, hopefully she wouldn’t be the only one making a fool out of herself. Formal dancing was not something she had ever taken a particular interest in; in fact, when she was younger dancing of any kind had been something to avoid. She had avoided taking part in any of the traditional Indian dances, much to her friends’ disappointment, and other than that there had never been much chance or need to practice. At least I have a better sense of rhythm than I do a sense of direction, she mused to herself. Her sense of direction was appalling, according to nearly everyone who had any experience of it.
As they began dancing to the song – luckily it wasn’t too fast – she stared down at her feet for the most part, making sure she was not going to step on Jacques’ feet. However, after a few minutes she had the gist of the dance and risked looking up.
“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” she grinned ruefully, glancing down again for a second or two to check she was still doing the right thing.
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Post by jacques on Nov 29, 2007 16:17:37 GMT -5
"Your doing better then I did." He said kindly, laughing in a offhand sort of way. The music was helping to calm what ever the new feeling was, maybe because it distracted him. He watched their feet carefully for the first three minutes, before trusting himself meet Caitlins gaze. It was fun, and he enjoyed the new form of dance, but trying not to step or bump into someone, as tall as he was, was harder then fighting a angry mother warthog. He had danced traditionaly, for important events, like the birth of a child, or a death. But that involved running around, leaping over fires in a caiotic, sometimes dangerous, but beautiful in a odd way.
Caitlin as a fast learner, like himself, and after a few minutes, they didn't have to watch their feet intently, taking rather quick glances. And people do this for a living? He thought, shuddering inwardly at the thought. Dancing might be fun, but as a job..."You..uh..like the dance then?" He said, his voice not as husky.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Nov 30, 2007 9:13:13 GMT -5
Caity grinned at Jacques’ comment, although somehow she doubted that he could have done much worse than her.
"You..uh..like the dance then?" [/color]
She glanced down at her feet again momentarily as he asked the next question, looking up to reply and hoping she wouldn’t regret it.
“Like... sort of. I think it’s more an interesting experience than something I could ever learn to enjoy. I have to think too much about not stepping on your feet to enjoy it, which isn’t very reassuring. Perhaps I should practice before we have another ball like this.”
She smirked at the thought of taking dance lessons and glanced down again. Unfortunately that humour had knocked her off the beat and she took a wrong step. Trying to correct herself only confused her more, and within a few seconds she had tripped over – not Jacques’ feet – but her own. Perhaps it hadn’t been a good idea to wear shoes with such high heels, even if she was in need of a height boost.
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Post by jacques on Dec 1, 2007 14:01:22 GMT -5
“Like... sort of. I think it’s more an interesting experience than something I could ever learn to enjoy. I have to think too much about not stepping on your feet to enjoy it, which isn’t very reassuring. Perhaps I should practice before we have another ball like this.”
He grinned behind the mask at this, and gave a small, purring laugh. "I might have to consider that," He said, smiling slightly. She seemed to have the same thoughts he had with dancing, it would be a few more balls before he got the hang of it. Seeing her trip, he held her before she could fall, hoisting her back up. His feet went askew, almost knocking over a little first year, who squealed and fled. He laughed again, not at her, but at the fact neither of them would ever win first place at this dance.
If it came to a contest, talking outdoors won over dancing, by far. Of course, he was always home outside, more at home then indoors. Again, he felt the pang of unsureness, and frowned inwardly before pushing it away. "Opps, sorry. You okay?" He asked, still smiling.
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Post by Caitlin Collins on Dec 3, 2007 13:53:40 GMT -5
Goosebumps rose on her arms again as he caught her, but she couldn’t help but laugh as he tripped as well. She returned the favour and helped him regain his feet under him, but when the first year scarpered she lost her semblance of composure and laughed more. All the while she was trying to stop giggling, resulting in an odd, spluttering noise.
"Oops, sorry. You okay?" [/color]
“Not your fault,” she grinned, once she had stopped laughing. “I’m fine. I think we scared that little kid though.” She smirked again. “It’s nice being a 6th year. There are actually people who’re shorter than me.”
About to start dancing again, she glanced at the musicians and other dancers, some of whom were giving them wary looks and a wide berth, and thought better of it. “Perhaps we should leave the dancing to the people who can actually do it,” she suggested lightly. “Next time we might knock into some giant 7th year who won’t run away. And I’d prefer not to break my ankle if the both of us trip at the same time and we can’t save each other.”
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