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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 2, 2009 21:44:45 GMT -5
"Whatever you say," Emma laughed as he went along with her dance. The young girl continued to 'dance' with Jeremy in the middle of the make-shift basketball court. It was the most fun that she had had since coming to Hogwarts. Jeremy was skiddish and all too afraid of getting hurt, but he hadn't pulled away yet. That worked to her advantage. So she went on with her parade, enjoying it all the more when he began to bob his head in turn with her own.
Now she added more body to the dance, simply shifting her hips back and forth. Emma knew that she probably looked like the biggest dork ever, but she didn't care. Who was she trying to impress anyways? Plus, she highly doubted that anyone else in the courtyard was paying attention to the two of them anyways.
The young Gryffindor, brought her hands up through the air and back down again moving his arms with hers. Her laugh filled the air as she tried to get him to move a bit more. Although she was completely content with the fact that he was still allowing her to play around with his arms like she was.
"Now this is a victory dance!" Emma proclaimed as she continued to sway to the music she was thinking up.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 2, 2009 22:19:44 GMT -5
If anyone had suggested to Jeremy that he'd not only enjoy basketball, but would also enjoy dancing with a girl, he would have been sure they were making fun of him. Granted, apart from the one lucky shot, he hadn't played very well, and he sure wasn't dancing well, but he was still having fun. What was more, he was starting to not really care that people might think he actually was enjoying himself. Emma was pretty nice and really didn't seem to be the kind to tease or make fun (of course, it was still early), so Jeremy was finding it easy to loosen up a little.
Just a little. He still didn't do much dancing for himself, but he was laughing. "If you say so," he said, bobbing his head a little more.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 2, 2009 22:34:28 GMT -5
"And I do," Emma stated, scrunching up her nose.
Jeremy seemed to even be enjoying himself a little as he began to dance a bit more. Sure the two of them weren't the greatest dancers in the world, but they probably had more fun than those that could actually dance well. She would never claim to be great at dancing. Being coordinated was one thing but knowing where to step and when was something that was a bit more difficult to master. However, freestyle was exactly the kind of dancing that she could handle.
Emma could not stop laughing at herself as she threw in a few random moves here and there. Nothing really seemed to embarress her. The laughing could have also caused her dance moves to go a bit awry as well. However, the thought escaped her as she focused mainly on just keeping up whatever she was doing at the moment. Releasing his right hand, she held up his left arm and did a twirl under it. The spin was slow and careful as she attempted to not topple over her own feet and not knock over her partner at the same time.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 2, 2009 23:13:37 GMT -5
He snickered again when she scrunched her nose at him. It was a funny expression and even though her answer might have normally been seen (by Jeremy at least) as bossy, he just saw it as playful and friendly.
She laughed harder and he couldn't help but echo with his own giggling. He didn't even care that he sounded a little girly. As she intensified her dancing, his own moves spread from just his head to his midsection and when she twirled herself under his arm there was no denying it anymore. He was actually enjoying himself. As she came out of her spin, he attempted to turn her under his arm again and hoped he didn't make her fall over.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 2, 2009 23:31:27 GMT -5
Emma was a bit surprised by Jeremy's laughter. It sent a feeling of, what she could guess was, accomplishment that he had finally just stopped caring so much. Stopped thinking so much. Even the worry lines on his brow seemed to disappear for the moment. She was definitely enjoying the moment. Playing basketball had been awkward, their conversation during had been tense, yet when the dance moves came out all guards were let down. What was even more surprising was when Jeremy actually started to move a bit more than just his head.
As he spun her around for a second time, Emma happily went along with it. Instictively her green eyes went to the ground to make sure that she didn't step on his feet or worse, fall over top of him. Thankfully, she made it through the second turn unscathed. Once back around, she replaced her other hand in his to return back to their first position. "Very suave," Emma complimented him with sincerity.
"Pretty good for someone with whiplash..."
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 2, 2009 23:47:52 GMT -5
So maybe three years of those stupid dance lessons actually paid off. He hadn't seen the point when he was going through them, confident that it was some sort of punishment his parents had concocted for heaven knew what, but now... well, a girl said he was suave. maybe she was kidding, but he didn't think it was a mean sort of tease. He knew he wasn't the best dancer in the world, but now he was seeing it could be fun.
"I heal quickly," he answered, making a silly face at her. Her hand was back in his again and it didn't feel so funny dancing with her anymore, even if there wasn't any music.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 3, 2009 0:12:13 GMT -5
Emma tilted her head back as he joked with her. Her laughter filled the air and the funny face he made at her just added to her amusement. Jeremy was funny. That was one more thing she could store away under the stuff that she had figured out about him. Although he was resistant at times, all he really needed was a good push. Then he was all for whatever he had been against in the beginning. Which was terrific because she was pretty good when it came down to getting people to go along with her.
"Well, I'm glad I won't have to take you to the nurse later." Emma replied with mock-relief.
She wasn't exactly sure where the Hospital Wing was but that didn't really matter in order for her to get her point across. Not to mention that if he ever had whiplash, he probably wouldn't be too out of it to tell her which direction to go in. Better to not injure him though. Even though Jeremy had only spoke breifly about his troubles, he seemed to have a lot of them. His friends putting him in the Hospital Wing might make him never come outside again.
However. Looking down at her feet though, she wounded up getting a bit disoriented. "Whoa-" Emma managed to let out as her feet crossed at the wrong time and found Jeremy's ankles. The collision caused her to lose her balance and footing. The evils of gravity kicked. She tripped and started to tilt in the direction of the concrete. All the while, still holding Jeremy's hands in her own.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 3, 2009 0:34:02 GMT -5
Jeremy snickered again at her reply. He had yet to go to the nurse for anything and didn't plan on doing anything that might land him in the Hospital wing. Hannah and Brenton had on occasion suggested activities that might possibly do some damage, but he usually backed out or found the least dangerous part of the job.
He never really expected dancing to be his downfall, quite literally. A misstep on her part and he was twisted up as well. His first inclination was to let go as save himself from getting hurt, but something kept him holding on. As she fell, so did he and all he could do was hope the both of them didn't land in the Nurse's office now.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 3, 2009 0:52:50 GMT -5
As they both went down, the only thing Emma could think to do was shove her forearm out to break her fall. The rest of her body came just milliseconds after her arm and she felt a slight pain run through her hip as it smacked the concrete. All in all, not too hard of a landing. Mentally, she ran through an essentials checklist to make sure nothing was too serious. All bones seemed to be in one piece and nothing on her hurt too badly. The pain in her hip had subsided to a miniscule throbbing that could easily be ignored. The forarm that had broken her fall had suffered some damage though. It had scraped against the concrete causing it to bleed a bit but not enough to pay any attention to.
Jeremy falling right after her had landed next to her just after her hip collided with the ground. Emma made no move to pull her hands away from his, not exactly sure what damage he had suffered. Wasn't there a rule about not looking down at your feet when dancing? She was pretty sure that there was. If not, there needed to be. It was a fairly essential note to make. Now that she had suffered the consequences, she had learned her lesson.
Her first impulse after evaluating whether she was okay was to laugh. However, she wanted to make sure Jeremy wasn't hurt too badly. Emma didn't understand, she was not exactly the clumsy type. She guessed that gravity got the best of everyone at some point. Looking over at the boy lying next to her she asked in a concerned and serious voice, "I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 3, 2009 1:23:34 GMT -5
As he got closer to the landing, one of Jeremy's hands left hers out of instinct to break his fall. He felt the gravel scrape his palm and forearm as he connected with the ground and a small grunt escaped him. So much for staying out of danger. Hopefully he was the kind to heal quickly.
He sat up and frowned at his skinned hands, his first thought that she had pulled him down on purpose. It was all her fault he was hurt and he had been the world's biggest idiot for letting her do that to him. He had let his guard down, thought she was really being nice, and he paid the price.
But as much as he wanted to snap at her and call her a million mean things, he couldn't bring himself to really believe she had made him fall on purpose. Maybe it was the genuine way they had just been laughing, or maybe it was how sincere she sounded when she asked if he was okay. He didn't know.
He nodded back and looked over at her with a forced half-smile. "Are you okay?" he asked, not even having the heart to admit his hand stung.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 3, 2009 1:35:02 GMT -5
"Just a couple of scraps. Nothing life threatening." Emma reported.
The young girl didn't move from her propped up position, not wanting to feel the sting that the air would do to her arm. It was tolerable at the moment and she left it that way. After all, she felt kind of stupid for having tripped over her own feet. Looking up at Jeremy, she was thankful that he wasn't hurt. Or at least not to her knowledge. He did seem a bit annoyed though. Which she couldn't blame him for. It was her fault that he fell over. She hadn't had enough sense to let go so that only she took the fall.
It was done and over with now. There was nothing she could do about it. No reason to sit and mope by any means. Emma was actually beginning to do the exact opposite. The entire debacle was a bit funny in hindsight. Since no one was seriously injured, now she would be permitted to laugh freely. Biting her bottom lip, she tried to hold back the laugh that was bubbling up to the surface.
Emma declared, "I'm afraid I might have two left feet." A smile broke across her face as a chuckle escaped her lips.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 3, 2009 2:04:38 GMT -5
"Maybe," he answered, the closest he could come to blaming her for the fall. Even so, he really didn't believe it was all her fault. "Or maybe it's my feet that are the problem." He had finally grown into his overbite, but now his shoes never seemed to fit quite right.
He brushed the dirt off of his hand and arm, but really didn't see anything funny about the situation. Even so, he didn't have the feeling that she was actually laughing at him. The worst they got were a few scrapes and no, he probably wouldn't have to go to the nurse anyway. He had the first aid kit his mom had packed him anyway, which was probably way better than anything they had up there.
He looked at her again and tried another smile, starting to feel like it wasn't all that bad falling. "I think ice cream would make us feel better," he suggested quietly, knowing it probably sounded a little random, but thinking he could really use some chocolate at that moment.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 3, 2009 19:54:00 GMT -5
Emma was fully ready to deny that falling over was his fault. He had actually been dancing well. He even had rhythm for the lack of music that they had been dancing to. She knew that it was her bad footing and lack of concentration that caused the two of them to go flying through the air. Although she could tell that laughing at the situation may not be the best option. Jeremy didn't seem to see anything comic in the predicament that they found themselves in.
When he suggested ice cream, she didn't have to think twice about the offer. Emma liked the sound of some ice cream at the moment. There was nothing a good bowl of it couldn't heal. Yet she might be tempted to try and dip her elbow in it to calm the sting. Maybe along with the ice cream they could get some ice. She figured her hip would bruise, but she could deal with that later.
"Ice cream sounds great right now." Emma happily agreed with him. "That's my kind of medicine."
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 4, 2009 22:24:23 GMT -5
"Cures just about anything. That's what my mom says at least," he answered before wondering if mentioning his mommy made him sound like a little kid. Probably. Well, he knew he had a beating coming that was long overdue. One more slip couldn't make the inevitable pounding that much worse.
The surprise came when she agreed to his suggestion. He didn't think anyone had ever gone along with what he wanted to do. "I... I know how to get into the kitchens," he told her, not exactly sure if he was doing this whole asking-a-girl-out thing right. "Did you... want to hang out down there or... we could get it and bring it back out here?"
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 5, 2009 0:13:27 GMT -5
Momentarily distracted from the original question Emma exclaimed in amazement, "You know how to get into the kitchens?"
The young girl had wondered exactly where the location was for the place that produced all of that food that the students ate at each meal. Seriously, she had no other explanation for the various meal time food except for magic. Which made sense since Hogwarts was a magic academy, but still the food must have come from somewhere. The wonder that Jeremy had just inspired in the girl had completely sprouted amazement in her mind. Sticking with him could be extremely useful, even if he didn't seem to want to make his own stories to tell.
As her whirlwind of thoughts settled down, she realized there had been a second part to what he had been saying. Of course, she listened politely and thought about it for a moment. Emma had fairly measured their basketball scrimmage over. She wasn't exactly sure what else might be bruised on her body that she hadn't taken account for yet. And didn't want to find out by shooting a ball just to double over in pain right afterwards. Plus, she wanted to see where these kitchens actually were.
"I vote to go to the kitchens, then we can just hang out down there if you want." Emma offered.
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