dancing in the rain [gabrielle]

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lysander had been logged on to the hogwarts instant messenger for four hours. the first hour, he had been trying to remember how the damn thing worked. then, he had spent a few hours in a conversation with a girl he had never actually met, gabrielle beaumont. luckily, she was a ravenclaw too, and she was only a year below him. ly had been concerned that someone that he wouldn't like would log on, and he would be forced to talk to them until he could get away. but gabrielle had been very nice. a little teasing, yes, but nice. they had spent a long time talking about studying, dancing in the rain and iguanas. sometime during the conversation, he had told her he was her new best friend. and now, he was getting ready to go outside in the pouring rain and dance with her. what an odd way to meet a person.

lysander pulled on a sweater and jeans, some of the few muggle clothes he owned. he preferred to stay in wizard robes, he was more comfortable in them. but it was going to be very wet and muddy out there, and he didn't want to risk ruining his school clothes. he could get rid of the muggle ones if he had to, but the school clothes were supposed to last him all year. his father wouldn't be pleased if he destroyed them. he pretty much skipped down the stairs, excited to get outside. he was supposed to meet gabrielle under a willow tree by the black lake, in about five minutes from now. he raced down the corridors of the first floor, and swung the front doors open wide. he got quite a few stares from students, wondering why he was going to go out in that weather. the rain was falling pretty hard.

lysander stared out at the grounds for a moment. from where he was, he couldn't even see the tree, but he knew the generally direction of the lake. he took a deep breath, and then ran out into the rain. it only took a minute to soak him, his clothing and hair was drenched. the water droplets were freezing, and he shivered, but he kept going. it would be dry under the tree, and he could use a spell to dry him off and warm him up until gabrielle got there. of course, he would just soak himself again when they danced, but he didn't want to suffer through the soaking during the moments were he was just standing there.

he reached the tree, and leaned against the trunk to catch his breath. his hair dripped onto the ground, and his clothes hung close to his body. but it was dry under the tree. that was nice.

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Gabby began dressing up to dance in the rain with Lysander. He had called himself her best friend, and also was an iguana with chicken pox. He seemed adorable, and nice. She was excited to meet him, She almost forgot to put on her polkadot rain-boots. She had on the perfect rain dancing outfit, thick leggings under a pair of skinny-flair jeans, a hoodie with a graphic grafitti design, and under that three layers of shirts. She would stay warm and cozy as she danced.

She busted down the stairs, carefully avoiding people who angrily yelled at her as she made her way down to the main hallway, and out the front door. She was meant to meet up with Lysander by a willow tree near the lake, and she wasn't going to be late. Heaving a quick sigh, she rushed towards the tree, getting wet within seconds of leaving the doorway, the huge maple doors behind her slamming shut.

Her eyes were green today. She felt that blue looked almost too melancholy, and with green eyes, she looked happier. The blue that her eyes normally were though matched the way the rain looked as it fell down hard on the ground around her. She had used an old spell in a book she found in the library to make it so little rain actually got down to her, but she still was able to get wet, and with all the rain that fell down, it penetrated the wall she had set very easily. Not that it mattered, she was gonna hug her bestest friend.

Once she reached the tree, she saw someone leaning up against it, breathing heavily. He was facing the other way, and was dressed thickly in muggle clothes...obviously Lysander. She rushed up behind him and hugged him, surprised at herself at how open that was. Never before in her life has she ever done something as brave as that...never. Not only that, but she was worried that he was going to change his mind about dancing in the rain with her, and that made her utterly nervous.

She backed away shyly, a rosy blush appearing on her cheeks, not due to her metamorphagus abilities. She thought about a reply quickly and began speaking before he could say anything, "H...Hi... I f...f..figured you we..were Lysander, and y..you said you wanted a h..hug, so I..." She let her voice drop off, nervously letting her hair change to a brighter shade of red. She didn't want to be rejected again...So she stood, impatiently patient.

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now that he was under the dry tree, he pulled out his wand. he should have used some sort of spell before he went outside to keep him dry, rather than doing it afterwards. he was certainly going to catch a cold now, he could feel it. after all, it felt like the cold had soaked right through his skin to his bones, and his teeth were chattering like mad. september rain wasn't supposed to be this cold, it was usually pretty warm. he muttered a few spells, letting his wand take all the water away. afterwards, he was standing there, perfectly dry. he was still pretty cold though, the feeling of the rain hadn't left completely. now, where was gabrielle?

lysander jumped when he felt sudden warmth, it was unexpected. it was gone as soon as it came however, and he glanced around, looking for the source. his eyes landed on a short girl, gabrielle. she was fairly dry, only a little damp. she must have been smart, and used a spell to keep herself dry while she walked here. he knew she was a smart girl. she was a ravenclaw, after all. he had never met a stupid ravenclaw, although he was one. he must have been the exception to ravenclaw's intelligence. he still wasn't quite sure why, however. he definitely did not belong in the house of the eagle. he was supposed to be a badger. or maybe a lion. but certainly not a ravenclaw. he wasn't smart at all.

gabrielle was cuter than her picture, because he could see how small she was. she looked like he could break her if he squeezed her a little too hard, and right now, her hair was covering her face. she had said she was shy, but he hadn't guessed that she was this bad. she was like nora had been when they first met. although, nora wouldn't have spoken like gabrielle did. she was just quiet. "hey, relax. i'm your best friend, an iguana with chicken pox, remember? you can do whatever you want when you are with me, i won't judge you."

he hoped she would listen to his advice. he didn't want her to stutter and blush around him all the time, because it made him feel bad. she probably didn't like stuttering and most likely hated blushing, and he wanted her to be happy. he grinned at her, trying to look supportive. once she trusted him, he could be himself around her. right now, he didn't want to scare her by picking her up and twirling her in a circle. although he desperately wanted to. she was too cute.

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Lysander turned around and gave her a supportive smile after saying a few words that were supposed to make her stop stuttering and blushing. it helped a little bit, her hair faded a bit to a darker red, mixed with black, and her blush went away; leaving her with wide green eyes and light freckles lining her cheeks. She had chosen freckles for today because she thought that they lined her cheekbones nicely, giving her face more of a bubbly look, instead of her usual gaunt face.

"A-" She gulped, and took a deep breath, swearing not to stutter, "Alright.. I'm Gabby, obviously." She attempted a smile, which she felt seemed more like a grim expression, almost as though someone died. She couldn't see herself, other than the little bit in Lysander's glasses; and she looked odd, with her hair barely curling, and her freckles. It was a cute look, but it was something only certain people could pull off, and Gabby felt as though she couldn't. Damn her French body shape...and size! It made her so awkward, gangly even.

"Hehe, A-" She took a deep breath, to hide the stuttering, "Are you ready to dance?" She asked, a natural smirk appearing on her face. She wanted to break out of this shell, and if anything, she wanted to break out of it with Lysander, who said that he had been through the same things as she was going through, just when he was younger. So he was used to it. At least, she hoped he was. She decided to be random (for a second time in one day, this was getting scary!) so she grabbed his hand and attempted to pull him out into the rain. She was excited to begin dancing and having fun with him, he looked and seemed like a fun person.

"Iguana with Chicken Pox really fits you, Ly." She decided to fit a little nickname in there, something that she had come up with while they had been IM-ing back and forth, but something she had been too nervous to do. Something about him made her want to be more sporadic and weird. Something about him was spectacular for her.

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lysander was wondering if the appearance that she had on now was her natural one. from growing up hanging out with teddy lupin, lysander had learned that metamorphmagi's tended to switch to one certain form when they weren't making themselves into something different. teddy's natural form was the one he always tended to wear, brown hair and plain. did gabrielle use her natural appearance all the time too? or did she change herself each morning, to look as she wanted to? that sounded like a lot of work. but it was also pretty cool, to be able to make yourself look however you wanted to. you would never get tired of your appearance, because you could just change it. sometimes, he wished he could change how he looked.

lysander knew he shouldn't expect her to get over her shyness right away. if she was always this shy, and had been like that her entire life, she wouldn't get over it in a few moments. but he could tell she was trying to hide her stutter, which meant that she was trying. that was good. she wanted to speak normally with him. he was worth the effort to her. that made him feel special. "nice to meet you, gabby" he said with a grin. it felt odd, saying nice to meet you when he already knew a lot about her. to be technical, they hadn't actually met until this moment. but he felt like he knew her, from the long conversation over instant messenger.

lysander grinned when she asked if he was ready to dance. she was about to see exactly why his dance moves were called the fail flail by his friends. he was about to step out into the rain, when she grabbed his hand and yanked him out. the rain soaked him after just a few seconds of standing there, and then he began to move. he used the advantage that he still had gabby's hand and spun her around, before letting her go so he could go into his own, extremely odd, dancing. "does it really? i never thought of myself as an iguana with chicken pox before." he tried to think of an animal she could be, so he wasn't the only one being made fun of. "you remind me of a squirrel. but a french squirrel. i don't know french, so i can't tell you what that is."

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When Gabrielle heard him call her a French squirrel, she gave him a look. It was an odd thing to say, especially noting how hyper active most squirrels tended to be. Not that that was a huge deal for her, she's been called worse before. He twirled her around by her hand a few times, her hair reverting back to its usual brown color.

Something that most non-metamorphagi wondered about is what was their natural look. Gabby's natural was a curl brown hair with red low-lights and blue eyes; with some very light freckles lining the solid bridge that was her nose. Her eyes were very doe-shaped, and she felt pretty looking like she did...but, as with most metamorphagi, she can do very weird things with her appearance... some of them so weird that it takes a lot for her to talk about them. Not that that ever really bothered her, she was normally a quiet girl anyway. Very few people knew how much she could talk, when she wanted.

"Honestly, I don't remember how to say french squirrel either; in french, anyway." She had studied french when she was younger to suppress her mothers angst. Her mother wanted Gabby to know as much about her heritage that she could, obviously someone (her mother) didn't learn enough about that line of heritage when she could've, and now it was gone; pushing your beliefs on your daughter was apparently something most mothers did... Not that it bothered Gabby, she did have someone to talk to during breaks; at least that was good.

"That's the-" She thought for a second, almost forgetting the name of his signature dance, "Fail Flail, right?" She said, smiling. Her nerves were down, and she was happy; sincerely happy, which didn't happen very often, to tell the truth. She was mostly awkward, and felt gangly at best. But with Lysander, she felt relaxed, open about her feelings. Something that she was very proud to say was a good feeling indeed.

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in lysander's eyes, a squirrel was perfect to describe gabrielle. to him, squirrels were cute little animals, who could be quite active, but were timid. they always ran away from him when he tried to go up and pet one when he was young. gabrielle was shy, really shy by the looks of it. but she also seemed like she could be a pretty fun, active person. after all, she was going to dance in the rain with him, and not a lot of people would do that. the french part was obvious though. gabrielle was a very french name.

lysander watched in awe as her hair changed completely brown. it was so cool, seeing a metamorphmagi change. it was like looking at the before and after posters for those skin care advertisements, the person looked similar, but obviously different than they did before. "every time i look at you it seemed like you look different!" he exclaimed. gabrielle used her power a lot more often than teddy ever had.

lysander had been hoping she would know how to say french squirrel, because now he was curious. he had learned some french from a friend of his father's who commonly came visiting from france with his three daughters. his daughters were currently attending beauxbatons, and that made him wonder why gabrielle wasn't. then again, her family probably didn't live in france, because she didn't know french. someone from france would know how to say squirrel in their own language. "well then, i guess i'll just have to call you a french squirrel until i learn what exactly that is."

lysander danced, not even thinking about how ridiculous he probably looked. he knew he couldn't dance, and he accepted it. when he was younger, he had refused to dance because he thought people would make fun of him for his method of dancing. but most people really weren't that talented in the movement area either, which made him feel better back then. now, he didn't even care. gabrielle was probably trying not to laugh, because she was a dancer. she would know that everything he was doing was completely wrong. "yes, yes it is. lets see some of your fabulous dance moves."

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Lysander remarked on her changing looks. It wasn't exactly her fault, she blamed her emotions, because they seemed to control it better then she could ever dream of doing. She bet he wondered why she wasn't at Beauxbatons, or why she couldn't speak French, especially for a French girl. She could, she just chose not to, (speak French) but her parents figured that Hogwarts was a much better school, especially to find a "romantically inclined partner" for her. She didn't like the thought of going away to school every year, but she did it, and look how she turned out. An English speaking French girl.

"My moods change my appearance more than I do, but this is pretty much my natural." She said, smiling... Then she realized something, with a little help from what he said... She was standing stone still, and she was supposed to be dancing. She didn't really know what to do though, she was quite shy about it, even though she had taken multiple ballet lessons when she was younger. Sighing, she started twirling around, her eyes squinted shut. She wasn't very easy to make dizzy, so she wasn't worried about that at all.

She looked to Ly and she thought that he was staring admiringly at her. She couldn't exactly tell from the rain, but she did know that he was pretty cute for a guy barely a year older than her. Most of them were still awkward and gawky, and she didn't like that at all. It made her feel awkward and even more nervously shy then before. No one seemed to realize that she was shy due to her nerves. Everyone thought that she was just naturally shy like the way she is.

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there was so much about metamorphmagi's that lysander didn't know. of course, this was the first time he had actually talked to one about their powers, before he had just watched them change their appearances and just gave a compliment, rather than asking how they did it. so it mainly ran on her emotions? he shouldn't be surprised really, because that was how normal magic went too. he had discovered his powers when he was young because he was angry, and then a plate went flinging through the air, smashing and hitting the wall. so why would her ability be any different? just because he never saw teddy change appearance with his emotion, didn't mean it never happened.

lysander stopped dancing, so he could watch her. he liked watching real dancers dance, it was always really pretty. plus, he was getting a bit tired. the fail flail took a lot of energy out of him, and he needed to catch his breath. so he waited for her to dance, while the rain poured down on him in buckets. he was dripping and soaked, but it was hard to tell now, because everything was soaked. he would just have to use a spell to dry off before he went inside, or the caretaker would have a fit.

gabby begun twirling around, and lysander wondered how they managed to point their toes when they danced. it looked like it took a lot of work, and it looked painful. he wouldn't want to try it. he applauded after a few moments of watching her twirl, and wished he could see her do an actual performance. he wondered what her style looked like. she had told him contemporary, but that was a form of dance that could be done in many different ways. maybe once she stopped being so shy around him, he could ask her to dance for him. and then he could play her a song on his guitar. then they would be even. "you're great. i don't know much about dance, but you sure looked good."

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Gabby had taken years of ballet lessons when she was younger, so going en pointe and doing a few twirls was nothing unusual for her, at all. But the way that Ly looked at her made her feel very special indeed, almost as though she was the only girl that he saw. She wasn't really an amazing dancer, just someone who knew a few moves and knew how to string them together, different each time.

"No. I'm far from great. I'm barely a beginner." She spoke with truth behind her words. Dancing was a difficult thing to master, and no one ever really did, there were too many options, to many things she could do differently. Dancing was infinity. That was a simple concept, but a very fully loaded one as well. What she meant by it was really something only a dancer got.

"I think the fail flail is an adorable dance style." She said, smiling. She flipped her hair back, and stepped in closer, just a small step, but a step. Most of her nerves broke as she looked into his eyes. He was sopping wet, as was she, but she didn't feel cold at all. She felt warm and tingly, starting in her toes. She felt almost like she was floating, without even attempting to use magic. She didn't know why, but she felt very relaxed with Ly around... that was something very new to her.

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lysander watched as she spun. it looked so easy, but he knew that it wasn't. ballerinas had to point their toes in just the right way to get the proper spin, and then they had to keep themselves going without getting dizzy. lysander had tried to spin like that and had ended up falling over after going around three times. it was a lot harder than it looked. and gabrielle made it look so easy, with her hair flinging around and a very nice relaxed look on her face. he could tell that she loved to dance. it was like he loved to play his guitar. it was something that was a part of them, that they couldn't imagine life without. if his guitar broke, he would be a mess. and if she ever broke her foot, she probably would be too. although his guitar breaking would be a little less painful.

lysander shook her head. she needed more self esteem, she looked beautiful dancing and needed to believe that. "you are not a beginner. i am a beginner" he said, putting emphasis on the i portion of the sentence. gabrielle could dance. he wondered if she had ever done competitions, or if she just did it for fun. she was rather shy, maybe she would get stage fright or something like that if she tried to go in front of an audience.

he couldn't help grinning at her when she told him the fail flail was an adorable dance. it was just what he did, he hadn't learned it or anything. and most other people told him it just looked ridiculous, which was why he didn't do it very often. in fact, when he was younger, he had been so bothered by lorcan constantly telling him the dance made him look horrible, that he had taken ballroom classes. of course, they didn't really help him in the fast dancing area.

he noticed her take a step forward and smiled to himself. he was getting somewhere with her. he offered her a hand, grinning at her. "would you like to dance?"

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