Why Not Dance? ~Open~

[corny]

Summer,it turns me upside down
Summer, summer, summer
It's like a merry go round
I see you under the midnight
All shackles and bows
High shoes with the cleats a clickin'
A tempermental glow[/color][/font]

The empty classroom was exactly what he had in mind for today. There were no classes, or Quidditch practice, so he was pretty much free to do what he wished for the day. It did not even take him as long as normal to sort through his clothes, select a decent outfit, and situate himself to be viewed by the general populace of the school. After three hours he was dressed, packed, and ready to roam the halls to find the single room that suited his needs. The search for the room took another hour, after he got side tracked by a couple of second year Gryffindors fighting about some project or another. He had to stop and sort that out before moving on with his full backpack. His dark eyes moved from door to door until he finally selected one, found the room to be empty and moved inside. He shut the door behind him, and smiled to himself as he looked at the large desk at the front of the room.

Oh, don't you let me go
Oh, I got a hold on you
I got a hold on you
I got a hold on you tonight
(Night)
Oh, I got a hold on you
I got a hold on you
(Got a hold on you)
I'll check[/color][/font]

Stephen unpacked his backpack being very careful with the old muggle record player. He attached the cylinder, the needle, and the iron crank with a smile on his face. His eyes followed his fingers as he ran the tips over the grooves in the record he pulled out of the cardboard and paper casing. The cover had long ago gone missing, but the record itself worked very well. It should, he bewitched it himself before packing it away with the stacks of others hidden at the bottom of his school trunk. He did not know if this was against the rules, but he also did not care much. He enjoyed music, and he was damn sure going to take advantage of the empty classroom, and loads of time he had free. His smile halted as he slipped the needle down on the records, tapped the crank with his wand, and closed his eyes. Stephen waited for his grandfather's antique record player to start working.

(Oh oh, it's magic)
When I'm with you
(Oh, it's magic)
(Oh oh it's magic)
To know the magic
You know it's true
I gotta hold on you[/color][/font]

He pined for Summer, the weather of pools, backyard food, and sunny days, as the music played loudly. The Cars was a muggle band that he enjoyed often, and this was one of his all time favorite muggle records. The music echoed off the bare stone walls, and bounced around the room. It was not long before he joined in. His feet moved in circles as his black and yellow tie moved over his shoulder and streamed behind him as he moved. His eyes were closed, his lips mouthed the words of the song, and he often played air guitar as he leaped up on a desk and danced to an invisible crowd. His feet tapped as he held a play microphone in his hand, and continued to sing along with the music. His lips parted into a wide smile, he pointed to invisible fans, and he jumped off the desk to run across the room that had now become his stage. Several jumps followed, and he continued to move to the sound of the music.

For him, in this moment, nothing else existed.

Oh, twisted under sideways down
I know you're getting twisted
And you can't calm down
I see you under the midnight
Love darts in your eyes
How far can you take it?
Till you realize
There's magic in your eyes[/color][/font]

Tagg; Open
Muse; Very good.
Music; The Cars, of course.
Notes; Stephen's first post. Hope it gets off on a "Good Foot." Pun totally intended.

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[kenzie]

Kenzie sat in the Gryffindor common room, the only sounds in the room of her quill scratching furiously against her journal. She'd had a long night, after meeting James and she hadn't been able to fall asleep until the early hours of dawn, but barely for an hour or two before she woke up again, feeling sorry and in pain. Sighing, she closed her little book, stowed away her quill and walked up to the bathrooms to freshen up. Once she was tidy, clean and presentable, she took her bag, slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the portrait hole. She didn't have a specific agenda in mind and she supposed she'd go down to the greenhouses to see what her father had been up to. Being among the mud and plants always calmed her down in ways others could imagine, and she longed for it.

SHe quickly got onto the next staircase which led straight down to the fifth floor, but being in Hogwarts had its own quirks and the staircase shifted leading to the sixth floor instead. She groaned, climbing down and shaking her head as she frowned. Things just never went the way she wanted them to and it was really starting to irritate her to no end. Cursing softly, she walked slowly, no longer as enthusiastic about taking a longer route to where she'd been going. Her furious thoughts were interrupted by the strains of music thought and she halted in her tracks, her ears perking up. She could make out soft words, of summer and warmth and she frowned further, the wordings like a sharp contrast to her bleak mood.

She quietly followed the voice, her own plans forgotten until she reached an empty classroom and pushed open the door, frowning. There was an old Muggle record playing, the music richer and louder and she stepped in, hating how the echo of her feet ruined the song. But before she could call out or snoop, she spotted the figure and immediately relaxed, an easy smile over taking her face. It was only Stephen, her classmate and her best friend and she skipped up to him and took a seat on one of the empty desks, her legs swinging with fake enthusiasm, because she was just in a sorry mood.

"Hello, corny," she greeted, using her favorite nickname for him as she looked at him with a soft smile. "In a good mood, are we?" she asked.

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[corny]

Stephen had no clue someone had joined him in the room. His fingers played along the air guitar as he leaped to the other side of the room with his eyes squeezed shut. A smile formed on his lips as he broke out in verse and ran across the room. Corny dropped down to his knees and slid across the floor to stop directly in front of the desk holding a familiar face. Stephen looked up, and continued to sing. He moved closer and crawled his way up until he was inches in front of Kenzie. His words slipped through the song as the music came to a finish. Stephen dropped a kiss on her check and smiled brightly down at his friend, and companion in all things Herbology. When he was around her, all signs of the awkwardness everyone else saw within him seemed to disappear. It was like he could be who he was without having her doubt him, question him, or judge him in any form. He loved her deeply for that. Mackenzie Longbottom has been, and he felt she always would be, the best friend a guy could ever have. Stephen moved his wand out of his pocket and aimed for the record player. He stopped it from playing the next song so he could sit and talk to her without the strong urge to jump, run, dance, and sing. Hell, knowing him, he might end up doing just that after all.

He sat his wand down and joined her on the desk. His legs moved in perfect rhythm with hers, and he patted her leg with a light hand. "Wow, fancy running into you here. Although, if I were to think about it, I had not ran into you at all. You sort of ran into me, or at least ran in on me. I did not see you come in, but I assume you did not run in at all. More like a mosey, did you mosey on in here part'ner?" Corny had to pause to wonder what a mosey was, but he supposed it did not matter. It was a perfect day, beautiful day for time spent with a friend. He smiled to her and moved to knock into her with his shoulder. He always seemed to do this when she was around, and never thought to ask if she minded a friendly bump. Even if she did, he would probably forget and do it anyway. Sometimes that happened when he was in a mood. He did not know if he was in a mood today, or not... what he did know was that the moment was made all that much better now that she was close. He watched her through the part in his long hair, his eyes touching hers as he continued to smile.

He looked at how she was dressed and thought about how she always seemed to look so pretty in almost anything. Even the ugly robes they made them wear in school. She was able to take the worst garment and make it seem brilliant. He guessed it mostly had to do with how cute she always looked. He had a habit of telling her she was pretty, or that she looked nice, or that the stars paled in comparison to her smile... but then sometimes he would pause and ask her questions like how many stars she could see from the tall towers of her Gryffindor house windows. Sometimes he wouldn't even realize he had paid her a compliment that might have made most girls melt at his words. Stephen was completely oblivious to such things. Not that he was emotionally slow, or stupid by any stretch of the imagination. Stephen simple had decided he would always be a best friend, and never anyone's boyfriend. It was his lot in life, and he accepted it.

"Good mood? I don't know? Are we? If by we you mean us, as in the two of us. I am holding up my end well, I am indeed in a good mood. However, what about you? Are you joining me in this mood of good? You know, it does take two to tango!" He laughed and again nudged her lightly with his shoulder. His voice dropped a little as he leaned in to look at her. "My, Kenzie-Weensie, you look wonderful today." With that Stephen leaped from the shared seat, and moved across the room to the record player. He removed the odd round disk that his grandfather called a re cord, and slipped it into it's sleeve. He pulled out another, and put it on the strange looking device. More music came from the tulip shaped speaker, and he turned to smile at her. The music was soft, not the ruckus rock-n-roll that he had been listening to earlier. This music was lighter, and would not cover their conversation. He had no idea if a conversation was coming, but should there be one this would be the perfect conversation music. Yes, indeed it would!

Notes: Thank you so much for joining. Poor Stephen is a bit touched sometimes... huh?