Will You Dance With Me? ((Fakir))

[meiyu]

“Yodeiru koe A voice calls out to me, Saa me wo samashite ‘Come, open your eyes… Nakigao nugutte wipe away your tears..Mabushii hikari, kigi no tsyuyu umareru. A dazzling light springs forth, glistening to the dew beneath the trees.” Mei rose onto her toes, her white Pointe shoes shining gloriously in the moonlight. She drifted over the hardwood floor like a swan did over the still lake. Lifting her right leg gracefully, Mei leaned into a simple but beautiful attitude. Her right arm straight out in front of her as her right leg was straight behind her. Bringing her right leg back down and having both of her arms out in front of her with the two index fingers pointing toward each other and her palms facing toward her; she began simple pirouettes. Her spotting was almost perfect, but that was the part she had the most trouble with. Stopping after about fifteen pirouettes, Mei brought both of her feet together, ending in a plie. Mei looked up and opened her eyes, which had closed when she had started dancing. It was amusing, because she hadn’t even felt them close. She stood on her toes a bit longer, letting the beautiful music surround her. “Daremo shiranai himitsu no mizube de. Down by the waterside, in the secret place no one knows. Odore inochi no pa do du. Dance with me the pas de deux of life. Kyoumo yume miteru. I am dreaming of it again today.” Mei breathed in deeply and started the basics.

She moved into a degage, held it for a bit, and then returned to standing on both of her feet. She slipped into first position, giving her toes a bit of a break. En Pointe was tough on the toes and it took Mei quite awhile to get used to the blisters dancing en Pointe caused. It took her drive and determination in order for her to achieve what she wanted to achieve. Mei slid her foot into fourth position, and then into fifth – it was her favourite overall. Mei sighed as she lifted her head from looking down to the wall that was charmed as a mirror. She looked so petite, so pretty in her Pointe shoes and her tights with her leotard and silk ballet skirt. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and her bangs hung loosely in her eyes and around her face. Some days she felt like everything around her was more beautiful than she was, and it was days like this when she felt as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world. Mei sighed again as the song finished, she had spaced throughout the second half of it. When she was about to walk toward the tabl with the jar of water she had, the music changed to the pas de deux of Sugar Plum Fairy from the Nutcracker. Before she knew it, she was dancing the pas de deux on her own, except for the lifts – which would be nearly impossible to do without a partner.

The pas de deux of Sugar Plum Fairy from the Nutcracker was a beautiful piece, one that captured the heart of Mei when she was very young. It was a dance she wanted to master, and now she almost had it perfectly. There were minor imperfections, but what ballerina didn’t have those? As Mei danced she was lost in her own world, in fact, she was so lost that she didn’t even realize the door open and someone walk in. The music was the only thing she accepted from the outside world, no one or nothing else could slip in through the doors that she kept locked in her heart. Finishing off the pas de deux, the music came to an end, and Mei’s thirst for water returned. Mei sighed again and returned to the floor flat footed. It was then she noticed someone else in the room. “Oh! Ehrm, I wasn’t aware someone else was in here….”

[fakir]

Fakir stopped his writing suddenly, dipping the quill back into the ink bottle. It was just a little bit after when dinner was served, but still not time to return to the common rooms for curfew. He would be in the library finishing up this essay, but he didn't want to risk being wrapped up into what he was doing and lose track of time. There had been countless times when he had done that, and Madam Prince had to kick him out just before she locked the library closed for the. He also had some detentions from prefects or professors noticing him out after curfew hours. What was the big deal honestly? If the student was still in the school and doing nothing harmless why should they have to stay after class and do random chores for those Professors? Well, there were rules, and rules had to be followed to make society better. If there weren't such things, than this school would just be a wild house. Slytherins would be going after poor defenseless people, and those who really thought they were brave enough would just duel against them. Shaking his head of the thoughts, Fakir returned back to his essay.

Running his hand through his dark hair as the essay was finish with; Fakir began to put away his things. There were only a couple people left at each table, but no one he knew of. His eyes soon landed on the Hufflepuff table looking for a flash of black hair. Noticing that his sister was already in the common room Fakir stood up from the table. Setting the shoulder strap over his shoulder, he headed out of the Great Hall and down the hall. At least he could go to bed early and get some decent hours of sleep. But Fakir soon stopped in the middle of the hall in front of an empty classroom. The music of Swan Lake filled his eyes. Who would want to be listening to that this late at night? Normally he would ignore the sounds and leave, but instead he followed them. Opening the door softly to the classroom and closing it very quietly shut behind him he turned toward the girl. She hadn't even noticed that anyone was in the room. This was a good thing. Because he didn't really feel like carrying someone into the Hospital Wing because of a sprained ankle from falling off Pointe toes.

Leaning up against the wall, Fakir set his bag down on the floor next to him. His black eyes never left the girl as she watched her dance a Pas duex alone. It was quite....pretty but sad at the same time. That's what ballet was; a mix of emotions that someone could express through their bodies. When the girl finally noticed him and stopped dancing, Fakir's expression didn't change. "Isn't Swan Lake a Pas Duex?" he asked not moving from his position up against the wall. "Why are you dancing it alone when there most certainly could be enough boys in this school who would just jump at the opportunity of lifting a girl above their own head?" His words were full of sarcasm but he really couldn't help it. Ballet was dead to him.

[meiyu]

Up until he spoke, Mei had been blushing. She hated when anyone saw her dance unless she knew they were there. And Mei had definitely not noticed he was in the room. But when he started to talk, her cheeks went from blushing to anger. "No, Swan Lake is not a pas de deux, although parts of it is. And this particular pas de deux is not from Swan Lake, it is from The Nutcracker. Though they are similar dances I could see how you were mistaken." She sighed, quite tired and let the anger bubble down to a simmer. Who was this guy, and what did he know of ballet? Quite a lot, it appeared, when he started to talk about lifts. Mei narrowed her eyes as she made her way over to the water and poured herself a glass. Her eyes never left him as she drank it slowly, as to not get a headache of any sort like she often did from drinking water too quickly. She set down the glass and tilted her head, "Hai, I suppose there are. But none of them are good enough and I do not wish to be dropped upon the head of whom I am lifted above." She answered as her eyes continued to stare him down.

Mei rose on her toes once more, her arms out beside her, and she started to toe across the floor to the barre; which she had charmed to be there because it obviously wasn't a part of the room. "What do you know about ballet? You obviously know something if you know what a pas de deux is. Any fool could tell you what Swan Lake was, but a pas de deux is sometihng only people who study ballet or have done ballet seem to know." She stopped and went down on her feet, now about a foot away from him. "Which is your case?" Mei was naturally curious, after all, he was the one who had barged in on her dancing, she figured she had a right to know why and how he knew even that little bit about ballet.

[fakir]

Fakir watched the girl's face noticing a blush appear on her checks but soon was turned into anger as she snipped at him. That was his reaction from girls a lot of the time. Well some of them just ignored him and left. Fakir never really was ever good at flirting. There weren't any girls at school that seemed to grab his interest. "Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, they both are acts played on instruments am I not correct?" he asked putting his hands into the pockets of his black trousers. Fakir could tell this girl was someone who he could anger quite easily. Waiting patiently as she got something to drink he considered leaving. There was nothing he could do here. Even if the girl asked him to dance, he wouldn't. When she said something about not dancing Pas de duex with another guy he raised an eyebrow. “So you’re saying that you would rather be a soloist? There are solos in some ballets, but they don’t capture as much attention as a Pas de Duex. You’ll just be a figure with eight other girls in the background.” He said wondering if he was maybe being a little to unfriendly toward this girl. After all, he barely knew her, but he didn’t want her to think he was some mean old Slytherin. Looking down at his uniform Fakir saw that he still wore his Gryffindor tie. That only meant she wouldn’t think the opposite. Unless Fakir had beaten up some defenseless first year just for their tie.

Soon enough the girl was back on her toes asking him how he knew about ballet. Leaning further back into the wall he just watched her doing the basics. "Lets just say I did some ballet in my time and even did some pas de duex with some girls," he said telling the truth but not fully. "I'm afraid I didn't catch your name. I would leave here calling you Princess Tutu."

[meiyu]

Mei tilted her head as she lifted her left leg onto the barre. She stretched toward it, her eyes never leaving him as he spoke about pas de deux and solos. She had chosen to ignore his comment about the Nutcracker and Swan Lake just being 'acts played on instruments' knowing full well that if she said anything about that, she would get quite flustered and would no longer want to dance. The music had dimmed down to a soft hum and Mei picked out the distinct notes of the pas de deux from Cinderella. It was also one of her favourites. "I'm not saying I'd rather be a soloist, I'm saying I would only do a pas de deux with someone who I knew wouldn't drop me on their head. There aren't many experienced guys in ballet at Hogwarts, you know." Mei smiled softly as she brought her left leg down and began stretching her right. After she had done that, she brought them both together again and started with the basics. This guy really seemed to be someone who had a sour past. We all do though, so what gives him the right to do and say such mean things? Mei sighed, wondering if he was a Slytherin. A glimpse at his tie told her otherwise.

When he said he had done some ballet, Mei's eyes widened a little bit. "Hai? Well, that explains it. Though, I bet you were one of those guys who dropped their partners on the floor." She teased, although it was more of an insult toward his strength. Mei turned her gaze from him to a spot on the mirror, and she began doing across the floors. Simple chane turns, working on her spotting. When he made a not so nice remark about not knowing her name, Mei stopped dancing and glared at him; "Mei Yu Kim, Ravenclaw fifth year. Certainly not Princess Tutu." She stood there for a moment and then continued with her excerises, now beginning with jump turns. Which was basically a chane turn in mid air, only it made her that much dizzier. Mei stopped after about two and put her hands on her hips, "Now, who are you?"

[fakir]

Fakir crossed his arms over his chest watching as she put her leg on top of the bar beginning to stretch. She ignored his remark about the two ballets music being in instruments. The music than seemed to tune down into a soft hum. His ears perked up at upon hearing the instruments. It was from the ballet Cinderella. Fakir's mom always loved listening to this. Whenever she was just cleaning around the house or even just anywhere humming it. He leaned his head back against the stone wall while listening to the soft tunes. The image of the pas duex appeared behind his closed eyes. Fakir remembered every move in that ballet. His mother taught him the moves and he also dance too it in a recital with another girl in his mother's class. He got an overbearing feeling of dancing it out right then and there, but he kept still. Ballet wasn't his thing anymore....or was it just his mind telling him that?

He was soon sucked back into reality when the girl spoke about him being weak. Fakir raised and eyebrow toward her not saying anything. Instead he just watched as she warmed up with chain turns. She was most definitely good, but could use some little more work. When she stopped and told him her name he raised his head from the wall. "Well Mei, you really need to work on pointing your toes," he said with a small smirk. Standing up straight from the wall rolled his head around trying to get rid of the aches in his neck. "Fakir Lee. Gryffindor sixth year." Fakir stopped rolling his head, moving a strand of black hair away from his eyes. "So....you never want to dance pas duex with anyone?"

[meiyu]

Mei looked down at her feet, "I didn't say I was perfect. You try pointing toes in pointe shoes, they tend to hurt. Especially if you don't have your toes taped." Wiggling her toes as much as she could in the white ballet shoes, she looked back up at the boy as he said his name was Fakir and he was a Gryffindor sixth year. She nodded, "Pleasure to meet you, I'm sure." Though, was it? Mei wasn't sure she wanted the grouchy company of a sixth year Gryffindor. Regardless, he was there and she had to deal with him. Maybe he thought the same of her. Was she just being a nuisance to him? She shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts and then turned her gaze on him as he asked her if she really wanted to never dance a pas de duex with someone.

To that Mei shrugged and did a quick pirouette, bringing her feet together but still standing on toes. "Would you like to see why?" Lifting her arms above her head, she moved the hands around each other like she was winding twine and then let one arm fall, her hand reaching out toward Fakir. Normally here she would ask if he would dance with her, but she didn't. She stared at him a moment and then started to dance the pas de duex of Cinderella on her own. She was good, but she knew she looked lonely and it was almost sad. That's all she could dance. Sadly and beautifully. For, who would want to dance with her? She wouldn't agree to dance with anyone unless she trusted them.. and she rarely trusted anyone enough to dance with them. Mei closed her eyes and continued to dance, the pain being portrayed into her dancing.