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Post by kris on Jun 23, 2005 19:46:23 GMT
Kris caught the quaffle easily just as Dana darted off on her broom. Pulling his broom upright Kris’s eyes scanned the air and a moment later he was hot on Dana’s tail after the little golden flutter – also known as the snitch.
Kris valued the options – Dana was lighter and she had a better build for a seeker. And she had trained for the position. Kris had a better broom and more experience on flying. As they were nearing the ground at rather quick speed Kris grinned and just as Dana reached out her hand, Kris jumped, pushing them both off their brooms. The fall was just a couple of feet and Kris was sure to cushion the fall for Dana with his own body.
Grinning up at his cousin Kris pointed out: “See – no worries how you’re going to land today. I still don’t get it – you can do the rough dives as a seeker but you cannot land properly.”
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Post by dana on Jun 23, 2005 19:47:28 GMT
Dana was practicing quidditch with Kris. No bludgers were out – neither of them had extra hands to get rid of attacking bludgers – and in one-on-one quidditch the bludgers were bound to keep attacking them.
Dana threw the quaffle towards the goal hoops and watched as Kris caught it easily. Dana was about to groan when she noticed a glint from the corner of her eye and less than a heart-beat later she had turned and was already following the snitch with Kris drawing after her slowly. Obviously he hadn’t noticed the snitch immediately after Dana.
Reaching out her hand Dana felt the golden wings brush her fingers just as Kris jumped and pushed them both off the brooms that crashed with the gruounds as Kris lowered Dana surprisingly softly onto the ground.
“I still caught it!” Dana cried happily jumping up and waving the snitch around before glancing over her shoulder towards the brooms laying on the ground, “Not really a nice way to treat a Firebolt and a Nimbus 2002.”
Smiling at the rain that had started to fall Dana reached her hand towards Kris: “Come on, dance with me.”
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Post by kris on Jun 23, 2005 19:48:23 GMT
Kris laughed watching Dana wave the snitch victoriously and glanced at the brooms: “I would have paid for the new brooms, had they broken but they look fine to me.”
Taking Dana’s hand Kris got onto his feet and slipped an arm around her waist lead her around the pitch in a slow waltz before both moved onto foxtrot swiftly and with confidence that had came with years of dancing together. They knew each other, the steps and how to move together on the dance-floor as one.
“You know – sometimes I think you could compete with Loony,” Kris said with a chuckle looking down at her cousin with a genuine smile as they were both soaked already.
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Post by dana on Jun 23, 2005 19:49:29 GMT
“That’s partially why you love me,” Dana answered with a serene smile, “Think how surprised some people would be seeing us dance on the quiddich pitch while it’s pouring? Who cares – they will think what they want anyway.” Dana looked over Kris’s shoulder and sighing stepped away: “I’ll take the brooms in and get lost. Enjoy the weather. I still have to revise a bit.”
Reaching up Dana dropped a quick peck on Kris’s cheek and without waiting for a reply – knowing that one wouldn’t be coming – walked towards the exit.
“Up!” came a sharp order to both of the brooms that both raised from the ground obediently and flew on either side of Dana as she excited the pitch.
Raising a curious eye-brow upon seeing that someone actually was at the entrance, Dana didn’t say a word and just nodded curtly while hurrying towards the broom shed to but the quaffle and snitch away before returning to the castle.
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Post by kris on Jun 23, 2005 19:51:11 GMT
Not feeling up to returning to the castle yet Kris stretched lazily. Sending Dana with his eyes for a moment Kris turned and walked to the center of the pitch. It was nearing curfew but Kris wasn’t worried. He could always get in through the secret passage he knew or through some open window – someone always left some window open. If you thought about it and weren’t afraid of a minimum risk, then it was surprisingly easy to get into the castle.
Stretching Kris looked up at the sky. It was pouring but it was warm rain. Kris didn’t understand why people often found the rain depressing. For him it was more often refreshing – washing away worries and sins. Partially sensing, partially hearing someone approaching Kris turned around and eyed the second figure on the pitch. Dana was already gone but due to the rain and distance Kris couldn’t tell who this was.
Crossing his arms over his chest Kris just tilted his head and waited for that someone to come closer. He’d decide how to react then.
((Feel free to join now. ;D ))
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Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Jun 24, 2005 0:52:55 GMT
Cassandra hummed a slow waltz that had been running through her head for several days now. She was getting sick of unending punk and pop music that came out of the Gryffindor Common Room on a nightly basis. Some of the younger muggleborns had just figured out how to enchant a boombox to play music. Knowing it was past curfew, she had grabbed her broomstick and headed out to the Quidditch pitch to get a few laps around the pitch. Coming up on the stadium, she swore she heard Dana and Kris speaking. Figuring she was hearing things, she continued to the pitch.
Finally walking onto the green grass that made up the field, she realized she wasn't hearing things. Kris Graas was lounging on the field. " Hey Kris!" She waived and smiled at the older Slytherin boy. " How has it been going? Looking forward to the end of the year. I am a bit tired, but I always hate the end of the year. My lessons with McGonogall just ended, and I hate to say I miss them."
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Post by kris on Jun 24, 2005 8:13:20 GMT
Kris recognized the person approaching before Cass started to speak. Cassandra Logton. Blackfire. Kris knew about the mix-up of family inheritance.
“Going alright. Busily. I still have detentions until the last day of school,” Kris answered casually. He was in detention constantly. For not wearing the school uniform, for sneaking out, for not being in classes, talking back, not caring about curfew, being in the Forbidden Forest. Kris could easily pose a threat to the number of detentions the Weasley twins had. But he was still rather smart, which was why teachers sometimes let him get away with all of it. Kris was always among the top 8 students of his year. Listening to teachers talk or practice their subjects during detentions didn’t hurt either.
“And what is a Gryffindor goody-two-shoe doing out here after curfew?” Kris glanced at the broom Cassandra was carrying and thought. She must have passed Dana, otherwise she wouldn’t have reached the pitch so quickly. Obviously Dana had been in a rush to get to her studying, otherwise they would have chatted longer.
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Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Jun 25, 2005 2:37:02 GMT
Cassie laughed at the goody two shoes comment. " You have to go to no me better than that. YOu should be the foremost subject on how I feel about curfew. Have we already forgotten about the romp in the forbidden forest?" Smiling broadly at Kris, she continued. " I'm really just trying to escape the common room. It's really loud, and I don't want to think about music or dancing right now. Mom just informed me we are going to have some kind of formal shindig for my fifteenth birthday. I have to learn how to dance." Cass rolled her eyes as she spoke these last words.
Beginning to mount her broom, she looked up at the stars. " Don't get me wrong, I can dance but I'm not that great. I am seriously going to need some practice. I don't understand how she expects me to be a"respectable" pureblood," Cass put up her fingers in mock quotation marks on this last part,"if she she keeps putting me in these situations where I am going to make a fool of myself."
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Post by kris on Jun 25, 2005 16:11:29 GMT
Kris shrugged, not really moved by Cass’s memory of the romp in the Forbidden Forest: “Well, comparing your number of detentions to mine, you classify as a goody-two-shoes. Especially since I don’t get caught most of the time.”
Kris’s both eye-brows shot up, when Cass talked about the dancing classes: “You don’t know ballroom dances?” Kris clicked his tongue – ballroom dances, etiquette, history – all of these things were bred and fed into all Slytherins with their mothers milk. Kris had already ,mastered the 10 main ballroom dances by the time he was 7.
“Your grace and dancing skills are looked upon as critically as your knowledge and tact,” Kris informed Cass calmly, knowing it wouldn’t be cheering for her, but it was amusing for Kris.
“Come on,” reaching out his hand, Kris pulled Cass off of her broom and threw the broomstick to the side carelessly, “I want to see how good or bad you are. What can you dance?” Pulling Cass along Kris waited for her to pick the dance she wanted to try, “Dance with me and show me. I promise I won’t trod on your toes.”
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Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Jun 26, 2005 6:21:28 GMT
Cass was surprised as Kris pulled her off her broom. She really didn't know any ballroom dances, and she honestly didn't want him to know that. She jumped as she heard her broom clatter to the ground. " Ummm...." she looked up at Kris through her black hair. Feeling a blush come across her face, she swallowed. " Well, I really don't know any actually. My father made a small attempt to teach me how to waltz before he got sick, but the lessons sort of got postponed." Cassie looked down to the ground, embarrassed to share such an intimate memory with Kris. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but it was because she didn't really share that many memories about her father with other people. Letting her mind wander a bit, she could almost here her father laughing at her as she stepped on his toes.
Snapping out of her reverie, she gulped and tried to remember the hand positioning. Fumbling through the first few steps of the waltz, she was thoroughly embarrassed. Cass could tell that he was a fine dancer throught his movements. After finally stepping on his foot, she let go of his hands and stepped back from him like he was a snake in the grass. " I'm so sorry. This is frustrating for me." Giggling timidly, " I hope I didn't do that too badly."
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Post by kris on Jun 26, 2005 6:51:54 GMT
“If waltz, then waltz,” Kris said taking Cass’s hand when she fumbled with the position of her hands and placing his other hand on her back calmly. After a moment of pause Kris started moving, leading Cass without any problems. Doing the steps almost automatically, Kris just raised his eye-brow when Cass stepped on his toes. She seemed to be embarrassed as she stepped back.
“Well, you weren’t bad, if it comforts you,” Kris paused for a moment, “You sucked actually. How do you expect do handle the starting waltz in three or four inched heels and full-length ball-gown on a slipper floor, if you can’t handle it here and now in trousers, sneakers and me?”
“Now, get here,” Kris took in the dance position again and shifted Cass’s hand onto his shoulder, “Now your legs have to move on their own. Dancing isn’t as much of the correct steps – it’s the poise, the grace, the way you hold your head, the smile. It’s all the little details, not just the correct steps. You can’t be tense but don’t you dare slouch.”
Kris sighed and pushed on the Cass’s back, while pushing her upper body back a little: “And always smile knowingly. You either look at me or you look over my shoulder. At least you followed – I’ll give you that. We’ll take it slow and easy for now. And stop counting your steps and just move.”
Kris started to move slowly, pushing and pulling Cass along, giving her time to get used to the feeling of the basics steps. After a couple of minutes she even started to get the feeling of it so Kris smiled: “At least you can always tell now, how you have danced waltz in the rain. But tell me how school has been? Snape tortured you lately?” You were expected to talk during dance so Cass had better get used to it now, even when it would disrupt her.
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Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Jun 27, 2005 2:19:25 GMT
Cass cringed at the thought of one thing, heels. " Kris, I don't think I have ever worn a pair of heels in my life. I'm lucky if I can walk in tennis shoes some days. I mean, don't you remember that time I tripped over my own robes in the Great Hall about a year back? I thought everyone in the school saw that tragedy." Cass gasped as Kris' strong arms pull her up forward, correcting her posture. Taking Kris' cue, she gave him a shy smile. She really couldn't help it. Even though she had no intentions towards Kris, he was still very handsome. It made her very self conscious, and she really didn't want Dana's cousin to know how hot she thought he was. Looking down at her feet for a moment, she felt she was getting the hang of it.
Snapping out of her thoughts, she redirected her gaze to Kris and gave him a discreet smile. Finally deciding she could let some of her guard down and to just follow him, she felt her arms relax and the tension in her back leave. Answering the question about Snape, " Well, no, not really. I've been mostly trying to keep my head down while in his class. I know there is no possible way to win at the end of the year, but I don't really want to be responsible for us losing than I already am. What about you, are your classes and O.W.L.S proceeding well? I personally can't wait till the end of the year. I have so much traveling to do, and not to mention my family is moving to a larger home. Mother has finally decided to live like we should." Cass frowned slightly at this last remark. " However, I don't really think she know what that is."
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Post by kris on Jun 29, 2005 9:34:14 GMT
Kris smirked at Cass: “Which is why I don’t wear heels. Besides- I don’t usually watch Gryffindors.” He spun her, making sure his grip was firm but not to firm- just a steady hand to make sure she didn’t fall.
Then he led her back in, loosening his grip.
“’Well?’ I guess- you could say ‘well.’ They aren’t going perfectly, but they aren’t horrible either. I suppose it would help if I showed up for some though. I don’t expect straight O’s, but I don’t expect to fail either.” Kris answered with another spin, and then back to the waltz form.
To make things a little bit more complicated- Kris spun her again and in a different manner, “Where are you moving to? And how does your mother believe you should live? Because no matter how you live, you’ll never be considered a true pure-blood. Blood doesn’t count for everything, it’s also how you’re raised and what cultures are introduced to you.” He told her with an emotionless face and tone.
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Post by Cassandra Blackfire G7 on Jun 30, 2005 0:38:48 GMT
Cass nearly lost her footing on the second spin, but recovered as best as she could. Smiling embarrasingly, she recovered her poise. Standing up as straight as possible, she continued to let Kris lead the way. " I'm surprised Kris. With your reputation as a ladies' man, I would think you would be looking at all types." She smiled as large as she could at this last comment. Not only was trying to follow Kris' directions at how she was supposed to act, she was letting him know she was only just joking.
With the conversation turning to her family, her smile faltered. It was a bit of a soar spot for her, but she did feel compelled to tell someone. All the muggleborns in the school had congratulated her on her good fortune, but she didn't feel fortunate. Not only did she not who she was anymore, but she was doubting everything she had ever believed. Now, she couldn't help but wonder how she would of been if she was raised in a proper pureblood family. " I'm not really sure what she has in mind. I hope it's not a mansion. That seems way to big and overcompensating for something. Mother wants go back to the life she abandoned, and I can't really blame her. And, no, it won't be just the two of us. Apparently, the person I always thought was my cousin is actually by brother." Her brow furrowed and a frown crossed her face. " He is coming to live with us as well. Mother is just making this huge deal over him being the new patriarch of the family. The two of them have been searching the house madly for my ring for a couple of week's now."
Scoffing a bit, " He, of course, was the perfect Slytherin with the perfect grades. He acts like a good pureblood. You know, everyone in my family is a Slytherin expect me. Makes me wonder how I would of turned out if my parents' had stayed in the wizarding world. Would I be me or would I be something else? Your right Kris, I can never be the person she wants me to be, but I'll be damned if I don't at least try to live up to her expectations."
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