Objection ((Dana and Dare))

[Jasmine Anderson]

Jasmine sat under the covers of her four poster bed finishing up on makeup work required to get done for that night. Her knees were pulled up to her stomach and her Advanced Potion-Making laid open on her lap. She had a lot of makeup homework to do for all her classes including homework that would be due later on in the week. Why did she have to break that one bone in her body that wouldn't heal right in either wizarding help or muggle. The wire that was placed inside her arm along the break was poking new the end of her skin barely. When she went off back to Hogwarts, the muggle doctors told her to not do any strenuous work, but they only thought she was heading back off to boarding school. After returning, she was appointed captain of the team by Dana. To top all of it off she had to do a pile of makeup work by the end of the year. All the new things in Jasmine's life had been making her quite stressed, so she asked Dana about returning to dancing lessons. Jasmine wasn't much of a dancer, but Dana had agreed to continue the lessons.

Leaning the back of her head against the headrest she closed her eyes to take a bit of a break from reading. She still had Transfiguration essay to finish, but that wasn't due until the end of the week. Rubbing her hazel eyes tiredly, Jasmine looked again around the room. There were still some bubbles floating around the dorm left by Luna who had kept twirling her wand. Jasmine really didn't mind the other sixth year at all. Expect for that one time when Luna had taken away all her red socks ranting about some odd creature eating them. Other than that, Luna was actually a pretty nice girl who could be a bit....weird sometimes but not afraid to be different. Also, she was the only one left in the dorm room. All the other sixth years must be in the common room or some other parts of the castle. Jasmine liked it when it was just her in the dorm room. There wasn't Luna ranting about the Quibbler and Dana about other things. Overall the dorm room could become quite noisy.

Glancing at the clock on the little bedside table she noticed that is was about time to leave to meet Dana. Setting a bookmark on the page she than placed it inside of her shoulder bag along with all classes’ textbooks. Pushing the covers off her swung her legs over the side of the bed stretching a bit. Jasmine was still in her Hogwarts uniform and hadn't changed since the last class of the day. Standing up from the bed she noticed Dusty sleeping on top of her brown trunk. His lion like tail swished back and forth in the air as he let out a little purr. Grabbing hold of a light blue flowing dress, she slowly started to change out of her uniform. Once the dress was slipped on, Jasmine sat back down on her bed to slip on a pair of black high heeled shoes. Jasmine rarely ever wore a dress or heels, only on special occasions. Pulling her hair into a pony tail, she let two strands from each side hand down. Once Jasmine was set, she pulled on a fleece white jacket and gave Dusty a pat before leaving the Ravenclaw common room.

Jasmine felt...odd and very out of place while walking down the corridors toward the classroom she was suppose to meet Dana in. Why did she wear this stupid dress? It wasn't like Dana told her that she had to wear a specific clothing style while dancing, but something made Jasmine wear something she really wouldn't. Sighing, she tucked the strand of hair behind her ear listening to the sound of the heels click against the floor. Coming across the room, Jasmine knocked on the door twice listening to make sure that no body was already in there. Maybe Madam Pince and Professor Flitwick came into this classroom to hide their love. Maybe that was just part of Jasmine's imagination. Hearing no noise, she opened the door leaving it slightly ajar for Dana taking a seat in an empty chair.

[dana]

Dana’s hand moved almost automatically as she grasped the fabric of her long skirt in the front and raised it a bit higher as she ran up the stair-case with a light spring to her step. She had owled most of her winter-clothes to the London apartment she now owned and the maid working there had owled back some more of her summer and spring attire. Maybe on some days it was still a bit chilly to dress so lightly but it didn’t really bother Dana. Besides she knew enough guys to have someone always borrowing a jacket or a sweater to her if she happened to be cold. Even now her clothes were rather summery with no memory of winter in them. Right now she was clad in a long beige skirt that had a list up to her knee at one side with black wines and leaves curved over the fabric. Light crème shoes without heels shockingly enough and a white top that had thin straps going over Dana’s shoulder and then crossing once over her back. It left her back pretty much completely bare but Dana wore it out easily. She felt comfortable in her body so why not show a little bit of her back while she was still young?

Dana liked to dance and she had never hid it. Usually she even helped some younger kids to practice their moves before their first ball or dance. At least she helped the kids who had the guts to approach her about it. Lately there were a little bit less of such people. Usually it was limited to Ravneclaws now. Because all Slytherins knew how to dance from classes they took before Hogwarts and maybe because she was already a 6th year and a perfect on top of that younger kids other than Ravnelcaw didn’t usually approach her first. But that wasn’t the important thing today after all. Today Dana would continue helping Jazz smooth her dancing-moves. Jazz had talent and lots of it, grace and natural sense on how to move. She was in a good shape to dance too – quidditch most certainly helped here too. With her arm broken dancing might be a bit more difficult today but nothing that couldn’t be handled. But it was going to be fun to spend some time with one of her friends again. Even if they were also going to be accompanied by a rather flirty Gryffindor 5th year.

Cleo kept a rather close eye on ‘her property’ and Kris did the same. So Dana hadn’t even bothered to ask Kris to come and dance a little with Jazz today but she had thought of the Gryffindor boy rather immediately. Dana knew first hand that the boy could dance ballroom well and with his easy character he would be the perfect pick for a dance-partner. So sending an owl to Dare was easy and it was just as easy to tell him to meet them at the empty classroom that had been cleared of all benches and desks where they could practice freely. As she reached the correct floor Dana let her skirt drop back down to it’s full length as she waved at a friend she passed but didn’t stop to chat with her as she moved through the hallways. The door to the classroom was slightly ajar so even though Dana knocked briefly on the door she didn’t bother to wait for Jazz’s answer before stepping in.

“Heya, Jazz,” Dana said with a smile putting the muggle music CD’s and a CD-player that was charmed to work in Hogwarts on the window-sill so they would have something to dance too. Jazz could dance with Dare, Dana herself could practice by her own, “Nice day for dancing really. I owled a Gryffie. 5th year but a fantastic dancer for your partner. Don’t worry much – he flirts with everyone and anyone who wears a skirt or shows any sign of being a woman, becoming a woman one day or having been a woman one day.” Dana grinned and walked a circle around Jazz before stopping before her friend and smiling wickedly at her: “Or did you already guess that I was calling someone who is going to most certainly appreciate the view of you in dress? Why not show what we have while we are still young after all? I’m proud as if my own daughter suddenly discovered the feminine side in her. The dress looks gorgeous. It will be good to practice in a dress and heels you know. Makes you more sure of yourself when you dance at the next ball. Any special dance or style you wish to practice today? We can start as soon as Dare – like he likes to be called – gets here.”

[darien]

Dare glanced up curiously as a big eagle-owl he didn’t recognize flew over and perched itself on the back of his chair in the student lounge. Dare accepted the small note the owl was clutching and watched how the bird flew away. Turning back to the two 4th year girls who he had been keeping company Dare excused himself with a lot of jokes and wishes before retreating to a quiet corner. He was a bit exited after all. How often did it happen that you got such intriguing love-letters? Glancing at the signature under the letter Dare let out a loud whistle. Receiving love-notes from 6th year Ravenclaw prefects was even rarer. The tune and words of “Foxy lady” raising to his lips again Dare quickly scanned the letter. The brief note turned out to not be a letter proclaiming Dana’s eternal love. It almost would have disappointed Dare. Had Dana not agreed on a new meeting between them if Dare wouldn’t mind dancing with a pretty girl from Ravenclaw. Dare was always ready to serve so stuffing the note into the back-pocket of his jeans Dare sprinted out of the room towards the common room. If he had two pretty ladies to impress he might as well dress in his finest clothes.

Finding his formal robes wasn’t a difficult task. Dare always kept them ready to go for exactly such occasions. Slipping into them was quick too and standing in front of the mirror Dare quickly knotted the tie around his neck and slid his fingers through his short hair that couldn’t be forced to look any more fancier regrettably. But for the other part he looked simply dashing. Even if it was only the mirrors opinion. But the mirror who was called Martha had always enjoyed calling Dare his handsome boy. Dare suspected that if Martha had feet then she would stalk him around school and claim him as her boyfriend. The mirror was surprisingly obsessive over him. But just to humour the mirror Dare sent a compliment about Martha’s frame looking extremely shiny today towards the mirror before moving out of his dormitory once again as he set on his way towards the classroom where he was supposed to meet Dana and someone named Jazz. He could hardly run in his formal robes but Dare moved at a very quick pace reaching the classroom to which Dana had sent him directions to in practically no time.

Dare stepped into the classroom knocking politely on the door and bowing as she stepped in with his arms spread wide to both side as if he wanted to engulf both girls into a warm hug at the same time. “Sweetheart, you look dashing. Gorgeous. You may be set out to break only one guy’s heart, but with the amazing view of your graceful back-line you offer, no boy will ever be able to tear their eyes away from you,” Dare smiled walking over to Dana and twirling her around in his arms as they slipped into the quick pace of jive for a moment before Dare kissed the Ravenclaw prefect soundly on both of her cheeks. Dare let Dana go as he turned and looked properly for the first time to the other girl in the room. Dare’s once glance quickly took her in from her hair to the bottom of her shoes as Dare walked towards her with his arms spread. This must be Jazz who Dana had spoken about. Pretty girl. Didn’t she like horses by the little Dare seemed to recall from one part of his mind?

“My dear baby-girl, I have no words to suitably describe our beauty. How about we start with salsa, sweetheart, for beginning? How could I dream of anything less with someone so gorgeous between my arms? And aren’t you going to be cold, baby-girl? You might want to take off that jacket before it gets hot in the room,” Dare winked at Jazz as he took hold of her hand and lifted it only a couple of inches as he bowed low and kissed the knuckles politely, “I dressed up trying to impress you ladies today. But seeing such beauty before my two eyes I feel unworthy. Call me Dare, if you will, baby-girl.”

((Dana, you said that the twirling and kisses were alright. Jasmine, I hope you don't mind the kiss on your hand. But Dare is an old-fashioned gentleman. ))