You Make Me Feel So Alive - Albus !

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like the brightest star you shine through

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Some may have told her she had a thing about bows on her clothing, but she didn't know what they were talking about. She looked over herself in her mirror, and she smoothed out her dressing, watching it clinging to her curves. She smiled to herself, and she readjusted the lace on her other shoulder, and she pulled her face a bit higher, and she rolled her still bare lip into her mouth. She furrowed her brow, and she didn't really like how she looked in this dress. She ran her hands down her sides, and she sighed. She had nothing else to wear, and she guessed it didn't look at bad, and she moved onto other parts of her outfit, adding bows to things. She tied her necklace into a bow, and she pulled on her shoes, also containing bows. Okay, so maybe people were right about the bows, but it didn't matter, she would just go with it.

She pulled her hair off her shoulders, and she clipped it up while she straightened it. She flat ironed it, and she let the rest of it down, to straighten it. She naturally had pretty straight hair, but it would have a bit of a wave to it sometimes, she figured it was better to be straight then curly for now. She rolled her shoulders, messed with her hair, putting it on one shoulder, then down her back, then the other shoulder. She slide it back over her shoulder, leaving it to go down her back. She fixed her make up, and she smiled lightly to herself, an appropriate smile for a woman of her status and all. She lastly picked up her wand and her shrug, and she moved out of the dorm.

She moved through the common room with her normal grace. Her head was held high, and her walk was more of a slither then anything. She got it from her mother she was told, her moved much like her insane mother had. She didn't know if that was good or not, she seemed to like the idea she was like her mother, though she didn't really wish to be insane. Her father, it was rumored, wasn't completely insane, but she could have guessed that depended on who you spoke to. She didn't know what things to believe really. History, even something as personal as her history, could have been subjected to opinion. Sometimes, she didn't know if she wanted to know which was true, it could have meant she was insane; and she rather liked the idea she wasn't.

She shook the thoughts away as she got out of the dungeon, and she kept her head high as she moved towards the Great Hall. As she moved through the doors, she could see the typical dance scene going on. She really didn't know why she came to these sometimes; just a bunch of bumping and grinding and obscenities of that sort. She wasn't much of this sort of dancer, ball room dancing now, that was something different all together. Long ball room dresses, fancy music, nice food. All of that was much more her scene then this.

So, to distance herself a bit, she moved herself from the crowd, and she stood with her arms crossed in the corner, and she actually for once in her life, looked a bit out of place and somewhat unsure of herself. She didn't like looking like this, and felt that maybe this was a mistake and it was best if she just left, but perhaps if she could run into someone she knew, she could change her mind.

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Albus really didn’t want to go to that dance, but with his housemates tugging at his arms and persistently harassing him when he told them to bugger off, it really seemed like he didn’t have another choice. He pulled a small black vest over his slender body and sighed; he guessed he might as well look somewhat presentable. Downstairs, his fellow Slytherins hollered up at him to do something with “that unruly hair of yours!” Al bristled at the response and even picked up his wand—nearly sending a hex in their direction. Nevertheless, he took a moment to cool down and set his wand at his side. He was just tired was all, and to be perfectly honest, dances were more his brother’s thing than his.

Tying a belt around his thin waist, Albus groaned and leaned over to pull his boots on over his jeans. He tied his laces and pulled up the sleeves to his brown shirt, and after a quick glance in the mirror, he decided he was well enough off. He snatched his faithful holly wand off the bedside, ran a quick hand through his messy ebony hair, and started down to the common room. The moment he stepped foot onto that dungeon floor, he was practically pounced on and dragged the rest of the way. They actually thought he would ditch after getting dressed up. Albus shook his head and let it slide. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to find his family and find something else to do.

Stepping into the great hall, Albus had to take a deep breath. He hadn’t thought there would be so many people there. He tried to back out into the entrance hall again, but his housemates gave his back a harsh shove. Albus rubbed his green eyes, horribly bothered. It wasn’t just the repulsive dancing—if you could call it dancing—that bothered him, but anyone that knew Al knew that he was unquestionably claustrophobic. He couldn’t help it, and right now, he was so closely surrounded by people that a panic attack was on the rise. He held what was left of his breath and pushed through the crowd, his heart racing.

When Albus finally made it to the other side, he pushed his hands against the wall to keep himself on his feet. He struggled to catch his breath for a moment, but thankfully, it didn’t last too long. No longer feeling lightheaded, Al turned and pressed his back up against the wall. He really, really hated his housemates, he decided, and the moment they took their eyes off of him, he was leaving. Sighing, he glanced around the great hall to seek out any familiar faces.

Al recognised a few people, but when he looked to the corner, he was awfully surprised at who he found. Benoite Lemieux, arms crossed over her chest, was standing away from the crowd looking fairly uncomfortable. Al looked on curiously; Benoite was never honestly one to find looking out of place. The two of them were fairly good friends. They had their differences—some of which bothered Albus to a great extent—but for some reason, he had always, well… liked her. A very faint blush covered his freckles at the thought.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, Al crossed the floor and sauntered towards her. “I didn’t think I’d find anyone looking more uncomfortable than me,” he said, hoping she would hear him. “What are you up to this fine evening, miss Lemieux?”

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