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Jun 26, 2019 13:56:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2019 13:56:49 GMT -7
Ever since moving to London, Heleen had been dying to find a school to pick up her ballroom dancing again. Though her previous dance partner had been a muggle boy she figured dancing in the wizarding world wasn't going to be all that much different. Still, to be on the safe side she'd asked the wizarding dance school she'd found in the heart of London to not put her at the same skill level as she'd been dancing at back at home. It had been too long since she'd danced either way so she figured it was a good idea to get back into with a slightly easier routine. Not that the ballroom part worried her all that much, she'd always been more suited to that. The Latin style dances were far more challenging in that regard. Still, she was smiling like a young girl might on the morning of christmas, looking at a huge pile of presents with apprehension to see what exactly she'd receive. While she had no worries about the dancing, she had a few concerns about her dance partner. For starters, she had no idea who it was and what kind of a person she was going to interact with during her lessons. If they didn't get along... well that would spell disaster. Murder on the dancefloor seemed far more realistic in a situation like this than it otherwise would. Dancing was an art and Heleen had fallen in love with it long before she'd taken her first steps on the dance floor. Well, on the ballroom dance floor. She'd watched quite a bit of muggle television while visiting her grandparents while she was younger and it started with figure skating, ended her up in ballet classes and with a rather large pause between them, eventually landed her in the magical world of ballroom dancing. Dancing was and would always be her escape. She'd used it as an almost therapeutic escape in the past. To escape her failures at school or work, to escape the troubles of her past relationship and now, well in a way to escape the many worries of moving to a completely new country where she knew nobody. She just hoped that her dance partner would be kind enough to have patience with her. She could dance, that much was certain, but dancing was about more than just the steps. It was usually about a partnership and establishing a connection between two individuals with a common goal. Heleen stared at the door and those that walked in. Considering her trust issues, that part was likely to be a challenge. Not to mention that most of the other pairs present seemed to be... couples. Well fork. scorpius hyperion malfoy
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Jun 28, 2019 7:08:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2019 7:08:28 GMT -7
[attr="class","cbgteddy"] [attr="class","cbgtopteddy"] [attr="class","cimgteddy"] [attr="class","clboxteddy"] [attr="class","ctoplineteddy"]Maybe I just wanna fly [attr="class","cscriptteddy"]Wanna live, I don't wanna die [attr="class","clineteddy"] [attr="class","clyricsteddy"]Maybe I just wanna breathe [attr="class","cbodyteddy"] 01 March 2025For the better part of the last half-decade, Scorpius had no need - or time - to think about dancing. It had been a nightmare growing up, teacher after teacher arriving at the Malfoy Manor to give him what he’d kindly nicknamed as torture sessions. Some of them left early for the many memories the mansion evoked, to the point their petty stomachs enraged little Scorp; it’d be years before he developed a better tact and understood that not even the better redecoration of the world could make everybody let go of certain memories. The other half would respectfully leave after a year’s worth of training, asked by his mother - though he had no idea - so he could ‘further his knowledge’ with somebody else’s expertise. An insane, pointless game of musical chairs, that’s what it was. If only he had a say on it, he wouldn’t be taking any dance classes, or at least would stay with the less annoying professor. Not that he did, so his learning went as far as his third year at Hogwarts. It might be that he had no interest, but he was good. Talented, in fact, to the point most pureblood kids hoped not to dance with him; something about having their lessened skills surface more. The lack of pleasing he had on the hobby was compensated by turning so great at it, they’d be ending the lessons earlier, as opposed to have him take it until his seventeenth birthday. As it turned out, this was a reasonable plan, and it’d been five years and a seven months since he last had to do anything dance-related, but the occasional movements at higher-end events. He wasn’t prepared for one of his second-cousin’s request concerning a future wedding. It seemed he decided to plan a muggle-style event - bit of a rebel, he’d always been -, which involved a bunch of dancing and choreographies, including one that’d be a surprise for the bride. Not to mention, Scorp was obligated or something to do well on the dance floor even on his own, otherwise he - the cousin - would also get picked on by his parents for not planning it well enough. It was… odd. Absolutely ridiculous, somewhat entertaining if he hadn’t chosen him as a one of the people to ask of all human beings, and most definitely an event he would have passed- if it didn’t happen to be the friend who most supported him at a time before Hogwarts. It wasn’t a matter of owing him something, but rather of decency. Scorpius wouldn’t be pleased with dancing once more, but this seemed necessary. Which is how he ended up at a dancing school of all places. To a begginer’s classes. They had a policy of not allowing new students to take on the more advanced lessons, supposedly to prevent them from getting hurt (Scorpius meant to roll his eyes for if he weren’t so good at keeping a straight face). This meant entering a room with a bunch of giggling, energetic faces, with people who ranged from seventeen to sixty-eight. He knew the nightmare-ish part of this would be dancing with somebody else; as much as his tact had improved over the years, he just… didn’t have the patience, some days. Learning five minutes before he couldn’t go straight to the difficult classes put him in a bad mood. What was the point of suffering if he’d have to do so with the slowest of movements? For Merlin’s pants, this _was_ turning into torture. For now, he’d worry about marching to the other side of the ballro- "Merlin’s pants, will you watch where you’re going?" Each syllable was punctuated by a careful, slow pause, though the string of it sounded natural. Running into somebody wasn’t how he’d planned this to go. Worse of it all, running into a person who hadn’t seen him coming because they were too damn enchanted or whatever with watching everybody else? How did he get so forking unlucky? "Make me a favor and don’t create a scene by falling." It left his lips before he intended to have it so, if only because this place messed with his head. His right hand, however, had tightly held the softest portion of her biceps area; so she wouldn’t fall and do as he suspected. "Sorry. Did it hurt?" Not exactly worried but not keen on hurting another person, either. He had his jaw clenched with trying not to say any more, letting go of his hold; whoever this was, he hoped to Merlin it wouldn’t turn into his partner. 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Jun 28, 2019 16:00:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2019 16:00:59 GMT -7
Heleen had been watching with that soft buzz of anticipation and the slight nerves that were still good for now. She'd always loved dancing, ever since she was young. She'd had quite a few years of experience by now, although all of it after graduation. Moving countries had been quite a leap, as was dancing with her magical peers rather than her muggle friends. They'd been such a tight knit group back then, full of support for one another. It had been a group of friends more than a dance class and the memory alone made Heleen smile fondly. The combination of promises for a better life and a desire to relive the glory of her past had led her here. They didn't accept higher level students without knowing what they were capable of so a single beginners lesson was required before they took the pairs to a different level. That being said, the school had reported at first that there were no sign ups of any men dancing at a more advanced level, if even only in theory. They'd promised that they'd attempt to find her one regardless and she could start out with a new partner in beginners if no other option could be found. Heleen had been disappointed but had readily accepted it. Dance parthers were hard to come by since most pairs commited to each other and only a situation like her own was very likely to cause a split. So she'd resigned herself to the possibility of starting from scratch, until one day she got the memo. Back then she'd been thrilled. A man with previous experience had signed up. They were to try out in the beginners class together to get an estimate of their levels and then they could see if they were willing to continue the partnership. Yet as Heleen waited by the side of the floor and well out of the way of the pairs only just starting to learn their first steps, most of her hopes and dreams were dashed in only second. A young man walked in, probably a bit younger than she was, and the moment somebody had the audacity to bump into him while practising her steps the monster revealed himself. Just at that moment the dance teacher showed up right next to Heleen and she dreaded the words before they even started shaping. She feared it the moment that the man had bumped into the younger girl that he was the one. His movements carried the grace and balance of a dancer but his attitude made Heleen want to run while she still could. Yet she could see the pure terror in the eyes of the young girl. Still she hesitated a moment. "Please tell me you're joking." She said in a mad last ditch effort to avoid the situation she was going to have to toss herself into. The teacher apologised and shook his head, indicating he was indeed the man she was to dance with. Well, it was only for tonight, she supposed. He didn't really look like he wanted to be here and she didn't really think she wanted to be here if he was her only option. She'd just give it a season or two, however long it took, and get back into things after that. She wasn't required to start now. With that thought in the front of her mind, Heleen moved forward and tapped his shoulder softly, giving him a nice warm and welcoming smile. She wasn't sure how she managed to conjure it up but perhaps he just needed some chocolate. It was best not to judge him harshly before getting to know him at all. "The teacher directed me towards you. My name is Helen and he's paired us up for today because we both received schooling in dance prior to this lesson." She gave the girl a quick apologetic smile before she quickly scurried off to the sidelines to just watch. Heleen had opted out of using her Dutch name on purpose. It was probably easier if she simply went by Helen. He did not currently look like he had the patience to deal with her inheritance. "So, may I have this dance?" She requested kindly as ever as she even curtsied slightly, trying her very best to stay polite and open minded. Whatever his body language had said, it had probably just been the lighting. She was seeing things that were not there, just like her ex had always told her she did. Every time she had thought he'd gotten aggressive he'd informed her she'd misunderstood the situation and had to stop trying to turn him into a villain. She naturally had tried her best. It was probably like that again in this scenario. She'd just misunderstood, right? He was just a nice guy that did no wrong, she just had to ensure she didn't do anything that would offend him or something like that. She ought to be an expert at that by now. Hopefully her skills would come in handy. scorpius hyperion malfoy
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Jul 3, 2019 18:24:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2019 18:24:36 GMT -7
[attr="class","cbgteddy"] [attr="class","cbgtopteddy"] [attr="class","cimgteddy"] [attr="class","clboxteddy"] [attr="class","ctoplineteddy"]Maybe I just wanna fly [attr="class","cscriptteddy"]Wanna live, I don't wanna die [attr="class","clineteddy"] [attr="class","clyricsteddy"]Maybe I just wanna breathe [attr="class","cbodyteddy"] 01 March 2025Growing up, the Malfoy heir hadn’t only learned the art of dancing and playing certain instruments. Etiquette, for once, and the right way to care oneself. He’d been a diligent student, if only to wrap it up sooner. Most of his learnings went intentionally forgotten at moments when showing off his refined knowledge couldn’t have been less called for, however, some of it stayed deep inside his brain; one or two things that might have counted as details but, to him, shaped the way he observed life and others. Amidst these lessons, he was taught always to pay attention to the most basic pieces of information when going inside a room - from the general number of people to disposition of lights, objects and as many details as he thought important to memorize. Scorpius learned, to the point he’d never committed a faulty mistake such as tripping on a pocket-sized object or standing on the center looking like a fool while searching for somebody’s whereabouts. To say he’d only gotten more pissed off at bumping into another person is an understatement. His mood hadn’t been the best upon entrance, however this was beyond ridiculous. How could it be that dancing made his perception worse of all things? To the point he’d lost composure and let a girl of small, delicate frame, throw himself over him as if she’d never seen a man on her life - or perhaps it’d been that he didn’t move and she rushed to cross the room. Whichever the explanation, Scorpius words were punctuated by a tone that showed less than pleasantness. True as it may be good sense made him apologize by the end of their exchange - couldn’t have been over any sooner, Merlin forgive him -, it wasn’t enough to put him on a better mood. This was hell, beginning to end; how his heart searched for a cave inside his chest showed the huge mistake he’d committed by deciding to go there. The young man had every intention in the world to cross the room much the same way the young lady tried before and get himself some water. It was the bare minimum for making this effort - watch the people for some minutes, convince himself they weren’t being tortured and perhaps he, too, could find some pleasure out of it, no matter how sadist. “What is it?” Froze, if only for a second, for somebody’s touch; he had that image inside his brain f running through an endless path desperate to find a way out. Every muscle of his shoulders tightened, dodging from the intruder. He knew dancing involved touching and while he could find the peace of mind not to care for it, at any other point, having somebody - he didn’t know, worth noticing - press their fingers against his body left the worst of feelings. It felt like an invasion more than it did a greeting. He would sigh, neither loudly nor profound, making it so he could have seconds for himself before spinning ‘round 180°. Inspected the sight of somebody smaller, perhaps younger, though neither by much, her smile catching his attention before the rest could follow. She was… overjoyed by staying inside this room, he could see. A stranger, talking to him as if there was a good motive and- there was. There was, though he couldn’t tell if she was just as happy for it; he wasn’t the best at observing, but there was a hint of- well, something. Negative. He supposed it might have something to do with the minor scene of his and the other person, which didn’t leave him with as much guilt as it left him with something to bother. “I see.” He decided against hiding the small bits of curiosity; eyebrows shot up automatically and he pursed his lips for a second or so. Not an inspection anymore, though he was thoughtful. It was a good reason to pair them up. And it did make him feel better he wouldn’t have to deal with an amateur - not for any arrogance, but because dancing while having his feet destroyed by somebody else’s feet wasn’t his idea of run. “Can you follow me for a second?” Scorpius had the slyest of smirks, if only because he knew he might surprise her. His fingers reached for hers soon as they were presented, holding her hand quite elegantly and with nothing but the necessary strength. His motion would be noticeable for matters of height and presence, not for pulling her; she could decide whether to follow him or wait for his trip to the benches. If she decided on walking along, he’d get right on talking. “I’m not an amateur, as you said, though I haven’t danced in ages. This isn’t something I do for fun or as a hobby, though most people might think otherwise, and the only reason why I’m here is as a favor to a friend. If I could, I’d be playing quidditch or studying, because I do find both more fun.” His tone wasn’t rude. Surprisingly, it carried such calm that one could certainly differ from how he’d acted earlier. He would, however, catch any surprise by her, and smirk again - this time closer to a smile -, then explain. “We’ll dance. It's only fair I am honest” It was. simple as that. [attr="class","cnotesteddy"]886 words ● @seph ● outfit - HERE (unbuttoned) ● I'm so sorry this took me so long! 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Jul 12, 2019 0:44:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2019 0:44:39 GMT -7
It was quite clear he wasn't the type of person that Heleen would ordinarily choose to hang out with. Naturally she recognised the way he carried himself, many of the people from her fathers work and social circles carried themselves similar. With importance and a sense of earning the space he entered upon entering it. He certainly didn't have problems when it came to confidence where Heleen had plenty of that. Despite her parents being aristocrats both she and her brother completely seemed to miss those genes. He was wild and carefree and she? Well she mostly was too insecure and shy, no matter how much she attempted to hide it. She rarely felt like she belonged but the dance floor was supposed to be a place for her to feel safe and secure. Right now, he was messing with her head, making her feel as though she was doing things wrong without even doing anything. There were painful memories attached to that feeling, most of them considering her former boyfriend. She didn't care to repeat her mistake and no matter how much she was going to smile and play nice and try to hide that she felt intimidated by him, it didn't change the fact that she did. He made her feel small but not in the way that he'd protect her. More like he intended to step on her if she didn't fit the image that he had in mind. Heleen braced herself for that moment as she instantly did her best to ensure she was something he didn't quite feel like stepping on. She'd fake confidence and would make up for what she lacked in reality with what she had acquired in dancing. It was one thing that she knew she could do. She knew dancing. A part of her relaxed as he seemed to get his mind in a slightly different state. Accepting rather than fighting those that came his way. Maybe it was just her but he at the very least seemed pleased that she wasn't a total beginner. That she already had certain skills when it came to dancing. Well, that was a good thing, considering that she was hoping to enjoy her time here. Well, it was a good thing until he went and ruined it for her completely. He asked her to follow his lead, which ought to be easy enough for her if his lead was good. She smiled and nodded slightly, instantly sliding into the familiar hold and frame that was customary on the dance floor. She had no issues with the physical parts of dancing and the proximity as it wasn't anything romantic or sexual to her. It was just sports and dancing that didn't have to mean anything at all. People usually made it mean something though, especially the couples. Not that it was a bad thing, it just wasn't what she sought it to be. Of course as soon as he took the lead his mouth ruined all the good work that his feet were doing. He could lead, of course. His lead was easy to follow, which was quite nice. There was just one problem: while not rude about it, his words made it quite clear he would rather be just about anywhere else. Naturally Heleen mentally made notes on this and interpreted it completely wrong due to her ex that had always primed her to believe everything was her fault. She figured it must be that he was hoping to find some entertainment with his dance partner and she probably just wasn't pretty enough for him. It stung only slightly as she didn't exactly need him to like her. Still, she didn't think she was all that bad looking. Well, if that favour for a friend was ending soon there wasn't much use in this anyway. She was in this for the long term after all. Since he'd been honest she figured it best to do the same. "To each their own in terms of motivation." She replied, equally calm. Her tone was friendly, although it was possible that a hint of disappointment seeped through. "Personally I do find myself with dancing as a hobby. Depending on the dance it can help me relax, express joy or pretty much any feelings that words don't quite seem to cover. Since the favour your friend asked might run out while my desire to dance will not, I will be honest and say that if I find somebody that is willing to invest in this sport long term I will find myself without any remorse in switching to a partner that is more aligned with my long term wishes. Since you did me the honour of your honesty I felt it prudent to return it with my own." While she stated it friendly she was naturally worried she came across unkind or rude. Not that her words or tone of voice had been, she just worried overly much about everything. She then smiled slightly apologetically. "But why not try to make it as fun as possible while it lasts?" She asked a bit insecurely, every bit of her earlier confidence already starting to crumble. She wasn't used to standing up for herself in any sort of way. scorpius hyperion malfoy
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Jul 19, 2019 18:42:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2019 18:42:01 GMT -7
To each their own - it had been years since Scorpius last heard these words, but her voice sent him to an spiral of memories, deja vú or flashback, whatever it was, making his head spin for the verge of second they spent in silence. He could see himself as a young man, standing near the doorway while his cousin and her older brother danced. They were giggling, her stepping over his foot every few seconds, only to be spinned around and fly with the help of his hands. There was a constant sound of water hitting the floor, seeping down through the feeling affected by a recent storm, but their laughter muted it for the most part. Sometimes, he’d tease her for not knowing where to step, but in most moments he encouraged her. She, on the other hand, complained that his hands held her too strongly, only to ask to be lifted again. They were the same age, but her, as opposed to him, knew how to have fun with dancing. They were the same age, until they weren’t. Until he surpassed her and she remained little, laid-up, lifeless.
To each their own, she had told him, but her voice was silenced.
It’d been years since Scorpius last thought of her dancing, but the thought struck him like a blow. Dancing had always been her thing, not his, though both were forced to learn the skill, and this - dancing without her, continuing his lessons knowing her cousin could never again do something she adored - seemed more treason than tribute. He snapped quickly out of it, barely shaking his head or letting out any signs he’d entered a trance for the spam of second. Her voice - not his cousin’s voice, Helen’s - reminded him of a book narrator, somebody with a soft yet entrancing tone, able to gather people’s attention; he would have listened to it better if this entire event didn’t leave him so uncomfortable. It was a dance, making it so every moment didn’t reveal how he felt, but instead guided her; far away enough so she wouldn’t notice it, not physically but emotionally. He knew dancing was about connecting but for the moment they would have to conform with the technical side of it.
He didn’t think much of her words - not that she was brave or might have been silent instead, because he didn’t know her. If he did, however, he might have been impressed. Scorpius didn’t show any sign of distastefulness, as he had no reason to; she sounded reasonable, right even. Helen did well in being just as honest, he thought, and he could understand why she chose to do so. Much the same way he could understand she’d be better off with somebody willing to work with her from the ground up and continue working - he only hoped the instructors would recognize his talent and have him at a more advanced class by the time somebody showed up. Didn’t girls have something about guys in white horses? Trade it for shoes and there you go, most certainly some dancer out there would be willing to offer. She was pretty, and not at all awkward or clumsy. He noticed from the way her movements were delicate, but solid - as if she was so sure of herself she could make them light, instead of putting too much effort.
His was almost the same, though hardship was written all over. It fit the image, even more so since he was guiding. The hardness to it had nothing of lack of talent or uncertainty, she would notice, but merely because his movements usually had something of stoicism, even when he wasn’t dancing. “I see.” Nodded, then - what else could he say? Instead, his expression said what he needed for him. In accordance and respectful. Her wishes were hers alone, and they’d have to hope things would go both their ways. Helen’s next words didn’t go missing. Not enough to get a full smile from him but Scorpius had the corner of his lips elevating to the point teeth was almost shown, a smirk with no traces of arrogance. “As you wish.” Paused, feet making sound after sound after sound after sound, barely audible, most effortless. The music was only starting to pick up, though it would never leave its roots; merely give way for other, different moves.
“If I may ask, why is it you’re only starting now in this company? It seems to me you have been dancing for a while but never lost the passion for it.” He didn’t mind it much if it was prying, if only because he wouldn’t mind it if she stopped him from questioning, either. “Whereas in my case, I avoid dancing whenever I can” A single stop, then, for his hands elevated, and he let her go back and complete a spin. Back, then, to firm hands that eased her into coming back. “I hope you find what you want in a partner, because this- isn’t as easy as I recall, but I'll learn again.” A single chuckle, that reverberated past his chest, neither loud nor boorish. Honest, in fact, and quite human. He looked back at her, in hopes he couldn't be the metaphor for a scary scorpion.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2019 10:35:26 GMT -7
There were always parallels to an old life when taking old habits or hobbies into a new one. Heleen knew this too affected her. The memories were vague but they were there. Dancing with her ex back when he had been her partner. Falling in love with the sport while he looked down on it. Still she'd defied him and danced with another man to her hearts content. Until he no longer allowed her. Until his jealousy took hold and he did all he could to make her stop just so she wouldn't interact with her old dance partner anymore. From him she'd grown estranged by more than just distance at this point. They talked on occasion but it wasn't the same. The energy had changed and sometimes it felt as though they were dancing to a different beat. He kept dancing when she had stopped. He kept on chasing a dream she couldn't keep burried. So she'd returned to the floor and her heart soared and wept at the same time. Balance to throw her so completely off balance. While her body remembered the motions her heart had forgotten and the memory was pain and pleasure all in one. She'd missed this and was more happy and sad to be back. The nostalgia was like the bitterness of coffee, familiar but not bad once you got used to it.
And he went straight towards the core of the problem. Daggers of scrunity attempting to find a weak spot in her defences and her part of her instantly felt it as an attack, even though her rational side knew it was very different. She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. She didn't instantly notice malice or the kind of smirk that suggested his question was meant to poke fun at her so she managed to relax a little again. If he had been perceptive he surely would have noticed the effect that singular question had on her. "I..." She faltered for a moment. "It was like a financial thing." She said lamely, only half believing it. That was the reason she'd given at her old school. It was what she told people that asked. She hadn't ever told them the truth because she'd protected her ex. She guessed she still was. "Besides, I couldn't really go back to my old school after moving countries. I guess I just hope to find what I lost when I left that place." She said, pouring more of her hopes into that statement. That was the part of the reality and truth she did want to think about. Why she left, the various reasons and the subtleties of the abuse she'd suffered at the hands of her ex were not the things she wanted to think about. They were supposed to be behind her, even if he still haunted her, in a sense of the world.
She then beamed at him as he said he'd learn again. "I'm sure it'll come back in no time. Dancing isn't for the brain to remember anyway. Dance with your heart and your feet will follow, as my old teacher used to say. I'm not too picky in what I want from a partner either way. I just want to keep dancing. If you'd be willing to commit to that long term there is no reason it wouldn't be you. You just haven't exactly given me the impression that you plan to stick around. It's a shame, as you're quite good for somebody who has been out of the running." She said with a shrug and a gentle smile. She wanted to get along with him. He wasn't exactly relaxed or easygoing right now but he didn't exactly seem like a bad person. There was no reason at all not to try and get along. Everybody deserved kindness after all. Maybe she just wasn't always the right person to give it to some people. She was far too prone to messing things up after all.
((this only took forever and a week so I'm sooooo sorry but muse struck! It's a bit short but hopefully good enough <3))
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