Slow Dancing In A Burning Room [Open]

[Narcissa Black]

Narcissa Black had run along the seventh floor earlier today, she was trying to escape, trying to get away from everything that her life had become in the last few months. She didn't know who she was nor who she had been, she was not sure how to change what had happened, yet at the same time she didn't want to know. She was back, that was certain but it was not the same anymore, nothing was the same.

The walls of the room of requirement were burning with fire now, a soft song played as young Cissy Black danced away, expressing her pain, her comfort and the relaxed state that she was in. Her feet moved perfectly in time with the soft tune that was playing, ringing around the room, she was dancing in a rather interesting manner that seemed to be the only way that she could express her mood, her hatred of her family and the calm that she longed to engulf her.

Cissy had never been one to dance slowly, well the slow dancing that seemed to call in the pointy shoes and the pink tutus but this time this type of movement appealed to her today, even if she was not wearing the outfit. She listened to the movement of the song, something she loved to do even if it was only every now and then. She could hear the movements that she was making.

She closed her eyes, the red glow from the flames shining on her pale skin. She did a small one-handed cartwheel which she finished by sitting in the midle of the floor, drossing her legs. Sparks flew everywhere and the flames that filled the room sent an ember glow over the white tank top that she was wearing with her denim jeans, not the type that restricted movement but those jeans that move with the body. She looked up after a moment, hearing the door open.

[Sirius Black]

((Hehe sorry, I had to XD))

Sirius stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked deliberately slowly down the corridors. It wasn’t late, yet it wasn’t quite early either; it was that time in the evening when boredom seemed to strike, and there was just nothing good enough for him to do that didn’t involve eating. James was off in detention and Remus was ‘studying’ with Rita, which left him all by his lonesome to wreak havoc on Hogwarts single-handedly (with the exception of Peeves, of course).

“How funny would it be to enchant gummy bears to follow Snape around the hallways?” Sirius thought to himself with a smirk. He stroked his chin mischievously, and barely noticed as a group of girls erupted in a fit of raucous giggling while he passed by. All by his loney-lonesome. He let out an overly dramatic sigh, realizing that no one was going to hear his theatrical amazingness anyhow.

“Well, well, what have we here?” He said, halting quite suddenly in front of a stone wall about halfway down the corridor. Score! Room or Requirement! If James were here, Sirius would have started doing his ultimate victory dance; the one his friends said made him look like a rabid monkey. He refrained, however, and instead paced as inconspicuously as Sirius Black could (which meant practically skipping…) three times in front of the wall.

“I’d like something interesting,” he muttered to himself with a satisfied nod. “And perhaps to not be so lonely?” When Sirius finally lifted his head up, a large door had materialized before him. Resisting the urge for the victory dance yet again, he eagerly yanked the door open, but was forced to shield his eyes. “Bloody hell! The room is on fire!” In less than a second, he had reached into his robes and whipped out his wand, shouting ‘auguamenti!’, and brandishing it like a sword in front of him; knowingly admitting to himself that he looked absolutely ridiculous.

He hadn’t noticed another person in the room before letting the door close behind him, too focused on trying to douse all the flames.

[Narcissa Black]

((its cool, I'm glad you joined, its more fun when there is rivalry ^_^ but why enchant gummi bears? Wouldn't something more dangerous be better?))

As the door to the room opened Narcissa slipped out of the way, standing against the place where the door had just disappeared. A familiar voice rang through the room and she rolled her eyes as the flames were doused. The person who had entered was her cousin, Sirius Black. She was standing behind him, thankfully, and he did not appear to have noticed her, but then again he could just be pretending. Nevertheless Cissy moved up behind him, standing on the tips of her toes and aiming a slap across the back of his head "you prat" she said, ignoring the pain that swelled through her hand from its collision with one of two things, Sirius' head or the pillar that stood near to her. Folding her arms she did not move, not caring if she was in his personal space or not.

If there was one thing that Cissy hated more than mudbloods, muggles and other undesirables it was the fact that her own cousin was a blood traitor, something she had never been able to grasp "you ruined it" she said, looking around at the room which was dripping with water in places. Her voice was cold, calm and annoyed all at once, her arms folded across her chest and her blonde hair cascading down her back as it had been doing frequently lately "what are you doing here anyway Sirius" her tone was like ice as she mentioned his name, the effect that was given when using someone's surname would not have worked in this case, given the fact that they shared surnames.

Waiting for an answer Narcissa stood there, she thought of the fact that she had finally managed to perfect her dance moves before he entered but said nothing of it, if she was caught by Sirius he would have a nice laugh about it, most likely, the only people who knew of her dancing skills were her parents and Bellatrix, seeing as they had often told her she possessed skills that most purebloods had at one stage but was now rather a lost skill. After being to many functions where most of the young women were suppose to dance however meant that they would not go to waste after all.

[Sirius Black]

((because Sirius is oh so random and has a twisted sense of humor XD. Sorry it’s so short… my muse is being very mean to me today ))

For a few moments, Sirius stood, quite puzzled, looking around at the rather drab looking room whose walls were now soaking wet. Was the room just randomly on fire, or had someone been here and disappeared? Just when Sirius had been sure one of Hogwarts’ many ghosts was having fun with him, a harsh crack on the back of the head had him spinning around. “What the –” He lifted a hand gingerly to where he had been slapped and glared at Narcissa.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said coldly, thinking that she could quite possibly have been the person he wanted to see least in the entire castle. “Last I checked this room didn’t have your name written on it. I can go wherever I want, whenever I want.” Sirius put his hands on his hips and stuck his tongue out at his most favorite cousin.

“What the hell were you doing anyway? Or didn’t you know the room was on fire?” He looked around and noticed some smoke, but for the most part, the blaze had been doused by his wand. “Not that I’m complaining. If you wanna burn, by all means…” Sirius laughed haughtily.

[Narcissa Black]

((its ok, so's mine, its playing tricks on me again GAH))

"What the -" Narcissa mimicked, mocking her cousin. The cold tone of his voice and the fact his hands were on his hips make Narcissa roll her eyes before raising one of her eyebrows as he stuck his tongue out at her. Her hands slipped to her hips, something that was far more impressive on her than most because of the slim, womanly frame she had developed over the years "Yes its me and no Sirius you can't come in here, this is my room at the moment because I was the first in here" she said his name with a lot of hatred and coldness behind it, after all he could not be considered family if you thought of the way the rest of the family behaved, much more acceptable than this buffoons behaviour.

"It was suppose to be like that you retched toerag, it was contained fire, meaning that it couldn't go anywhere" she said, shaking her head, the annoyance more evident in her voice with each word that slipped from her lips, like poison. She raised her eyebrow again, leaning back slightly as she stared at him "what do you want to be in here for anyway?" she said, her tone making her sound more like Bellatrix than she had done in several years "its not like it could cook you up a fanclub of muggles who want to do nothing but worship you, you're not that important"