Post by sammy on Nov 6, 2005 16:13:19 GMT
Catherine's feet itched for the dance floor. She hadn't danced for a whole month! That was a record for her. Ballet equaled life, laughter and fun. Lately, Catherine hadn't had any of that. The Halloween Ball was coming up and still she didn't have a date. Maybe it was because she couldn't get rid of the look on her face. The look that made her seem sad and forlorn. Unwanted. Maybe even unfriendly. She only smiled around Giselle. Sadly, that was the only time she got a laugh too, because Giselle was so sarcastic. Cathy sighed and flopped down on her four-poster bed. She wanted to be wanted. She wished she was a somebody. Lots of people seemed to know Giselle, but not her identical twin, Catherine. Everyone knew the Dumas family. She had recently joined them but still she didn't count as a 'great person.' Cathy was the only one that knew her true heritage, but still, that didn't seem to stop people. Pureblood or not, she was still a Gryffie.
Catherine's hair was put up in a soft bun. Never did she have her hair put back severely; that just made her face looked pinched. Instead, soft strands of hair fell down to frame her face. She liked the appearance in the mirror. The only thing missing was that smile. She moved her lips upward but all she got was something of a grimace. What is wrong with me?! Cathy had also become paler over the month of not going outside. She didn't want to see the flowers wilting because of the new found chill. She didn't want to see the grass losing it's lush green. But it was. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair in life. Cathy eyed her appearance, forcing her lips to twist and form in strange ways, but she didn't posses beauty. Sure, her body was slim and feminine, her hair was silky to the touch and shined in the light, but she didn't have that inner beauty. She was fragile, like a child. That talk with Caitlin had ruined her ego and everything else that had kept her from wilting like the flowers outside. Only Hogwarts couldn't keep the chill away from her.
Cathy had left the Gryffindor common room in a huff, upset at herself as well as everyone else who could smile so freely. Even if she did smile, it was so rare people must have thought her deformed. It was a good thing she wasn't in Hufflepuff. Cathy smirked and continued down the hall. She had to find an empty classroom. Her ballet bag swung from her shoulder and her hair continued to fall out of the bun. Soon, only a small portion was in it anyway. Cathy sighed and took it out just as she reached the empty room she used to use. Again, as she creaked open the door, she saw that the room had a slight draft. The window was always open in this room. Either it was forgotten or someone took their time out of the day to open it, Catherine didn't know. She didn't mind the chill either. She sat down in the bench and took out her small figurines. She had minimized the bar into a play toy. Now, she released the spell and it became large. Cathy pushed the bar over to the wall, amid the screeching against the tiles. She then walked to the door, locked it, and changed into her ballet out-fit. Only Giselle had seen her in the flimsy thing. It showed off quite a bit of cleavage and the tights stuck to her slender legs and stomach. It was beginning to get harder to breath in, for she was growing, but Catherine would have a hard time parting with it ever.
After pulling on the tight fit ballet shoes, she began to do a complicated maneuver. It took her all the way across the room. Her twirls and leaps all merged into one. She went around the room so fast everything was a blur. When she had went around the room three times, she collapsed into a desk, gasping for air. People thought of the ballet as something of a girlish sport. Not even a sport. But it was. It took a lot out of people and you needed muscle, coordination, a perfect heart-rate and balance and timing. Cathy smiled to herself, a true smile. She loved this and after not doing it for a month, she was a bit out of shape. Still, the thrill remained for her. That was all that mattered. Sweat beads formed at her hair-line and fell to her eyes. It was a good thing the window was open. She would be sweating like a hog if the chill wasn't present. She grinned freely, until she heard the door turn. It was still locked, but it surprised and startled Cathy none the less. Jumping up, she got her towel and wrapped it around her body to hide the ballet out-fit. "Yes?" She called while opening the door a crack. Who could be ruining her perfect little dream?
Catherine's hair was put up in a soft bun. Never did she have her hair put back severely; that just made her face looked pinched. Instead, soft strands of hair fell down to frame her face. She liked the appearance in the mirror. The only thing missing was that smile. She moved her lips upward but all she got was something of a grimace. What is wrong with me?! Cathy had also become paler over the month of not going outside. She didn't want to see the flowers wilting because of the new found chill. She didn't want to see the grass losing it's lush green. But it was. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair in life. Cathy eyed her appearance, forcing her lips to twist and form in strange ways, but she didn't posses beauty. Sure, her body was slim and feminine, her hair was silky to the touch and shined in the light, but she didn't have that inner beauty. She was fragile, like a child. That talk with Caitlin had ruined her ego and everything else that had kept her from wilting like the flowers outside. Only Hogwarts couldn't keep the chill away from her.
Cathy had left the Gryffindor common room in a huff, upset at herself as well as everyone else who could smile so freely. Even if she did smile, it was so rare people must have thought her deformed. It was a good thing she wasn't in Hufflepuff. Cathy smirked and continued down the hall. She had to find an empty classroom. Her ballet bag swung from her shoulder and her hair continued to fall out of the bun. Soon, only a small portion was in it anyway. Cathy sighed and took it out just as she reached the empty room she used to use. Again, as she creaked open the door, she saw that the room had a slight draft. The window was always open in this room. Either it was forgotten or someone took their time out of the day to open it, Catherine didn't know. She didn't mind the chill either. She sat down in the bench and took out her small figurines. She had minimized the bar into a play toy. Now, she released the spell and it became large. Cathy pushed the bar over to the wall, amid the screeching against the tiles. She then walked to the door, locked it, and changed into her ballet out-fit. Only Giselle had seen her in the flimsy thing. It showed off quite a bit of cleavage and the tights stuck to her slender legs and stomach. It was beginning to get harder to breath in, for she was growing, but Catherine would have a hard time parting with it ever.
After pulling on the tight fit ballet shoes, she began to do a complicated maneuver. It took her all the way across the room. Her twirls and leaps all merged into one. She went around the room so fast everything was a blur. When she had went around the room three times, she collapsed into a desk, gasping for air. People thought of the ballet as something of a girlish sport. Not even a sport. But it was. It took a lot out of people and you needed muscle, coordination, a perfect heart-rate and balance and timing. Cathy smiled to herself, a true smile. She loved this and after not doing it for a month, she was a bit out of shape. Still, the thrill remained for her. That was all that mattered. Sweat beads formed at her hair-line and fell to her eyes. It was a good thing the window was open. She would be sweating like a hog if the chill wasn't present. She grinned freely, until she heard the door turn. It was still locked, but it surprised and startled Cathy none the less. Jumping up, she got her towel and wrapped it around her body to hide the ballet out-fit. "Yes?" She called while opening the door a crack. Who could be ruining her perfect little dream?
