*Dancing my life away (kia)

[Murtagh Farrell Connolly]

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A M I L L I O N
M I L E S A W A Y

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It was a little after midnight, way past crefew for anyone to be up and about. It was the time where students should be asleep, or at least in their dorms. But that wasn't the case for this student.

Murtagh was at the pitch very late that night, having just finished flying around and enjoying the late night sky. He didn't want to give up the opportunity of the wonderful evening. And he didn't. He enjoyed it to his hearts content. That was until he got hungry and in a different mood.

The male, who wished he was in slytherin, cleaned off his clothes tugging on simple but nice pairs, and headed to the kitchens. He avoided the head students who were around and teachers too. He was as quiet as a mouse. With glee, the male tickled the pair escaping inside the kitchens before anyone could notice. It was way too loud!

He didn't let it bother him of course. Instead the male headed toward the counter, dropping his broom by the stool. "One herbal tea if you will." he guestored to the house elf who nodded and swiftly left. Waiting for the creature to be out of sight, the male removed his shoes kicking them to the side...and began to dance.

His feet gracefully hit the floor, dancing to the invisible music only he heard, spinning and twisting his body. He loved this. But it wasn't always fun to dance by yourself...

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------Tags: Kianthra!
------Notes: Dancing the night away~
------Outfit: beautiful no?
------Word Count: that many
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[Kianthra Elody Lestrange]

Supervising the fifth year prefects was not Kianthra's idea of fun. Ever since the disappearances and reappearances had begun once more, prefect patrols had been stepped up massively. This, in turn, meant that Kia had to spend more and more time, with the annoying Gryffindors who tried to make her life even more difficult than it already was. After cornering one of them in the dungeon corridor and giving him a piece of her mind, as well as a broken nose and three broken fingers, she made her way up to the entrance hall, watching as the little prefect scurried off up the stairs towards the Hospital Wing.

She took a moment to fix up her appearance, sorting out a few stray curls that had fallen across her face, before glancing towards the kitchens. That was her destination, a little place of peace after a long two hour shift in the empty corridors. Just two more minutes to go. Kianthra paced the entrance hall, peeking inside the Great Hall quickly to ensure that no one was doing anything they shouldn't be. To her disappointment the famous hall was empty. Not even the ghosts were gliding between the tables. The hovering candles were mostly all extinguished except for the odd few that lit up the paths between the tables.

Closing the door silently, the clock struck the hour. She smiled, heading towards the kitchens. She stopped, as per usual, at the fruit bowl picture, listening carefully to see if anyone could be heard. There was nothing. She tickled the pear, wishing that someone one day would tell it to shut up, before stepping inside. She waited until the door closed behind her before walking down the few steps and rounding the corner.

It appeared she wasn't alone. Not wishing to disturb the late night dancer, she sat down at one of the tables, watching him intently, whilst a house elf fetched her a hot chocolate.

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[Murtagh Farrell Connolly]

Murtagh slowly closed his eyes, dancing to the music that he knew. His feet hit the floor in a calm rhythm as he spinned, twisted around. He softly smiled to himself, enjoying the time he had. Yes, it was a surprise.

No one would expect that this annoyed gryffindor would be such an excellent dancer. And he really was. He smiled ever so softly, spinning on the ball of his feet around in a circle. He came to a stop, facing away from where his guest was sitting eyes open, taking the herbl tea that the house elf left into his hands. He softly smiled, eyes looking at the liquid in the cup. He smiled a bit sipping it with a sigh of content. He hasn't felt this way for quite sometime now.

And yet, he had a feeling he was being watched. Curious, he twisted around to see why he felt like he was being watched and froze at seeing who it was. "O-Oh. Hello doll." He replied, getting over his surprise. But he didn't move just yet, just...watching her.