i bet that you look good on the dancefloor{OPEN}

[cecillia michelle crabbe]

Cecillia found that on rainy days at Hogwarts, she was more willing to spend time alone then with other people. Now, this was completely abnormal for someone like her. She was on the wild side, a bit tempermental, and slightly impulsive. She acted without thinking, said things without thinking and often she found she was putting her foot in her mouth. But people liked her, she was easily likable.

The only problem was getting her family to like her. It was pathetic that she was the only Gryffindor in the Crabbe household, and even more so the taunts and jeers that came with it. Unfortunately, Cecillia herself didn't have the guts to speak back to her parents, her brothers and sisters she had no problem, hexing them and telling them off. It's not nearly as bad as they would do to her.

A part of her still cared for her family, a lot. She wouldn't fully join the 'good side' but she'd never find it in herself to take the death eater route. No, that was ridiculous. The things she'd heard and been forced to watch by hand of her father, they were awful. Ghastly to even think about. Let alone do.

Cecillia shook her head at the thought, bounding up the stairs to the North tower. She had no set plan, she was just letting her feet carry her where they might. It was one of those days when...she just did. No plan, just went. And standing at the top of the north tower was clearly on her mind. Aimlessly, she headed towards the open windows, resting her elbows on the sill she leaned over the edge, looking down and out across Hogwarts grounds.

Her fingers ran absently over the ledge, and she found herself a pebble, she was far enough off the ground where she couldn't completely make out who would be walking or running by in the rain, but without thinking, she dropped the pebble, absent minded to who she might or might not hit.

The thought only struck her as the pebble did in fact make contact with someone, and her lips picked up at the edges, her laugh bubbling out before she could stop herself. Well, they wouldn't know it was her anyway...

[trace dawyne hawkins]

thinking was definitely becoming one of trace's past times. not that he didn't have anything much to do, really; there was an ongrowing pile of homework sitting in his dormitory, urgently calling his name. but trace just as stubbornly ignored it. being punctual was not a habit of his, and he preferred to keep it that way.

the rain had been something trace had loved since he had been a little boy. there was joy in seeing the drops beating against the panes of the windows as he sat in the warm toasty kitchen with a mug of hot cocoa in his hand. he loved to count the rain droplets, loved to make them race against each other.

small wonder that the rain reminded him of home. splashing through the muddy puddles with his wand held aloft to keep the rain away from his face, his eyes searched the dense undergrowth for his lost kitten. the chances of Trash being in the courtyard when it was raining was slim, but trace had been unable to locate her elsewhere. as he softly cooed her name, he was sure he heard her soft purring, and began to cautiously move towards where he thought the sound was coming from - at least until his attention was diverted by the small pebble hitting the side of his head, bringing to his lips a colorful curse as he looked around for the attacker.

there was no one. trace did not relax his pose as his ears strained for a sound that would betray his attacker's whereabouts; the sound was faint, but he heard it, coming like distant wind chimes from high above. glancing up, rain pelted against his face, but he managed to discern that he was beneath the towers.

a smile pulled up the corner of his lips. play time. a way to kill the boredom, the loneliness gnawing at him. alleviating himself with a spell he cast non-verbally, he began to raise at slowly, his eyes raking the windows for whoever it was. while the chances of him/her escaping was greater than him/her waiting for trace to discover whoever it was was slim, trace was up for adventure.

"hello there." he saw the soft blond hair brushing against pale cheeks as he came to eye level with the girl. he recognized her as a fellow classmate, a gryffindor, which made him wonder if the stone thrown wasn't meant to harm him after all. feeling slightly curious, he asked quizzically, "may i ask why i am being plummeted with pebbles?"

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[cecillia michelle crabbe]

There was nothing like a rainy day to help her mood, while Cecillia loved being in the sun, while she loved being warm and outdoors, there was just something about a random rainy day that made her happy. It was like a break from everything, Herbology had been canceled for her, giving her a near free afternoon. Dinner had to be in a few hours, she figured, as her stomach gave a tiny rumble.

So it hadn't been the best idea of hers to skip lunch and sleep through the afternoon, but with rain also came an air of laziness to her. She couldn't help herself. But looking at the rain, she figured there was almost no way she would hit anyone outside, considering there could would be almost no one sane enough to go out in the rain.

Or so she'd thought. Of course, when she heard a voice behind her, her eyes widened, just slightly. Cecillia felt a little bit like a criminal who'd been caught red handed, "I didn't do it on purpose, I swear." She said with a cheery smile, turning around and leaning against the ledge to acknowledge her attackee. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't think I'd hit anybody. What were you doing out in the rain, seriously?" She asked curiously with a light laugh, "Lost something?"

Cecillia wasn't one for the whole...formality of introduction, she got right into things, it was a bad habit, considering you probablly wouldn't learn her name until half way through the conversation. Obnoxious of her, in a sense, but just one of those personality quirks everyone had at some point of another. "I would have run if I knew you were looking for me, give both of us something to do, y'know? This rain completely restricts me from doing anything outside."

Well not completely, she could dance in the rain...but she'd honestly never done that before, looking out at the rain was more her thing, but hey, if he was down, she was down. Cecillia was a bit of a go-with-the-flow kind of girl.

[trace dawyne hawkins]

getting a haircut was long overdue for trace; his hair hung in a shaggy mass across his face, obscuring his eyes. one drunken girl had once even asked him, at a late-night party under the effects of alchohol, "do you have eyes?" he found it amusing how people made their theories about him by the length of his hair. it wasn't a few times in his hogwarts years that he had been called a girl, but trace could handle ridicule.

right now, the hair in question brushed against the tip of his nose, water dripping steadily down it as he got himself out of the rain and into the stone landing of the tower. the little warmth in the tower did nothing to increase the temperature of his body. as trace often preferred the cold, he didn't dry himself off with a spell as he could, only looked at the girl with a hint of a smile as he said, "it's alright, i'm used to getting hit by pebble's thrown by anonymous girls." he humoured her in response to her apology.

"jesus freaking christ." instead of answering her question, he side-stepped a racing rat as it shuffled across the floor. "this place needs better looking after." he eyed her warily, "trash's lost." he deadpanned. not being one to give away information, he didn't supply her any clues as to who or what trash was, and why trash could possibly be hiding outside in the grounds. "besides, i figured i could do with a shower, so i had a little fun in the rain."

"yeah, the rain could suck that way. but hey, you can still run. i promise to give you a headstart." trace said, finally turning the wand on himself to dry away the coldness. the warmth seeped back into his fingers, life into his blood.

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