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[Orlaith Pallett]

"You've got two left feet you know."

"Shut it Myrtle."

"Oh that's right. Take it out on the dead one."

"Even if you were alive, it'd take two seconds of your whiny voice to make me put you where you are now."

Orlaith reveled in the lack of that high pitched voice that went right to the sensitive piece of her bones, and instead restarted 'Low'. She had blocked the corridor from emitting any noise, she was practicing late at night, it was a better time, due to the lack of random students running up and down the corridors. The tune sung out of thin air, but if you glanced in the pink gym bag, you'd see her wand glowing and dancing around madly. She had been trying to dance for an hour already, but every time she made a mistake, Myrtle would be more than happy to point it out and scream her thoughts on Orlaith using the corridor when she was supposed to be in bed. It was hard trying to ignore the incessant chirping, and she knew it wouldn't be long till Myrtle pressed the big red button and Orlaith exploded all over the traditionally painted walls.

Her street dancing had come from a young age, where she came from wasn't the wealthiest of places, and kids had to entertain themselves. Without turning it into a sob story, Orlaith found that learning to dance using her visual aid of other children, she picked up the basics and expanded on them herself. The street dance trend was picking up all over the country, but especially in Liverpool, the City of Culture, the dance type was praised in a wide spec. The music she danced to ranged from classic to pop to rock. She'd realized at a young age that music was not made for one specific person, and it had to conform to suit a big crowd, so as a dancer she would have to conform to whatever was churned out. Her body moved as if waves were being sent through it, with the flicks of a street dancers but the grace of a ballet princess. It was a skill taught to her by a teen she used to be friends with, who did both mentioned professionally. Orlaith kept in contact with said girl quite often updating her knowledge of dance.

But the thing with Orlaith, the main reason she practiced at night was the embarrassment she had over her dancing, oh no she wasn't ashamed of it by any means. The girl just didn't have any desire to be center of attention. She had slipped by school so far and was determined to keep it that way. Dancing was the one thing that kept Orlaith her shape, her love of eating had caused curves, bordering on chubbiness, but she was healthy enough, so a vivacious body did not bother her. She had grown used to it and how it worked, and had no desire to lose a grievous amount of weight- every girl wants to shed a bit at least.

She wore only a sports bra on her front, because the corridor was so empty feeling comfortable with Myrtles presence, which surprised her usually self-conscious disposition. Matching this were a pair of black shorts that hung loosely around her upper thighs and left bare skin all the way down to baby pink leg warmers, their shade matching her bag and headband. She had only been halfassed with her hair today, shoving it into a messy bun and having done with it. Her makeup had been done to a minimum, sweaty mascara lines were not sexy, and the shoes on her feet were flimsy, so she could feel the floor in her movements.

Once foot slipped against the floor again, sending her tumbling to her knees with a swoosh. She heard the manic laughing of a previously moaning Myrtle and resisted the urge to hiss. Instead, she turned the music up louder and stood up. Don't let the bastards grind you down.

[Annabell Kelso]

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Annabell rolled over on her stomach and placed her chin gently on her pillow as she sighed quietly, looking out the window at the night sky. The stars shone bright as the moon cast a gentle light on the surrounding grounds. It was a beautiful night really, and Bella would have stayed there in her bed, comfortable and warm, enjoying the sight had it not been for her stupid roomie who suddenly decided to have an emotional breakdown because her boyfriend hadn't answered her letter or something of that sort. Stupid really if you asked Bella. There were better things to worry about than some boy not writing back.

Nevertheless Annabell did feel sorry for the girl. Even though they weren't even friends, she knew exactly what she was going through. She had heard, of course, from the other people she shared her dorm with and that was the same exact reason why she kept her relationship to Lucas a secret. It was bad enough that he was a slytherin that she used to hate... what would people say if they suddenly found out they were dating?

Placing her feet gently onto the cold wooden floor, she stood up and took one quick glance at the bed next to her, where her room mate sat, crying as if she had lost someone she loved. Her best friend was there with her, and Bella thought it was best if she gave them some privacy. It was clear that they wanted her to leave for a while... looks like there were other things they wanted to talk about.

Bending down, Annabell opened her trunk and began rummaging through her clothes, trying to find at least something comfortable enough to wear in the night. It was dark in the room, making it impossible to see anything clearly, and Bella was beginning to feel slightly irritated. Where had her jumper disappeared off to? Groaning quietly, she grabbed a pair of ripped jeans and black Rolling Stones t-shirt before standing up and slipping them on. The good thing about her was that she was extremely thin and petite, and so anything fit her. Whatever it was, she would always look good in it, even if some clothes hung loose on her where they would be extremely tight on other people. The only bad thing was, was that she was short as well, making it extremely hard to find jeans for her height and so most of the times she would end up having to get them tailored. It was okay really, except that she would have to use her own pocket money for it.

Stepping into her converse quickly, she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail before grabbing her wand. "I'm off for a while guys" she said casually as she made her way toward the door. "I hope you'll feel better soon Julie" she added with a weak smile before disappearing into the common room. Of course she didn't stay there. No, it was too boring and what Bella really wanted at that moment was something exciting to happen. She was basically craving it, hence the reason why she decided to pay Moaning Myrtle a visit. The ghost would be there alone... surely. Not as if anyone wanted her company anyway.

Making her way quietly down the corridor, she whipped her wand out and muttered "lumos" hoping that the stupid caretaker wasn't around... or some other freak who couldn't sleep. She sighed quietly and listened carefully as she stepped out into the Great Hall and looked around. No one was around. Thank God! Tiptoeing up the stairs, quiet like a mouse, she made her way swiftly all the way to the bathroom basically running in the end. She'd been caught enough, and she definitely didn't want that to happen again. Nope... not tonight.

What caught Annabell off guard was not the fact that Moaning Myrtle was screaming at the top of her lungs and basically throwing a tantrum, but that she could also hear music. Which in fact was extremely loud and one could hear it all the way down to the end of the hallway. Walking in Bella tilted her head slightly to the side as she saw no other than Orlaith Pallet there... street dancing. She wasn't bad, Annabell had to admit, but then again she was a pure-blood who barely knew anything about muggle dancing and so couldn't really say if it was either good or bad.

She crossed her arms casually as she leaned against the wall, watching Orlaith with an amused expression plastered on her face. After a while, she cleared her throat loud enough for the girl to hear and she pushed herself off of the wall and walked up to the sinks. "You know, with that loud music and Moaning Myrtle having a bitch attack, you're bound to get caught soon enough."

OOC: wow... I got slightly carried away lol!

[Orlaith Pallett]

"You're actually atrocious. No wonder everyone thinks you're weird."

"No wonder you have no friends."

The ghost howled and flew toward Orlaith, who moved briskly against the wall. Myrtle returned to her windowsill and scowled.

"When I was... alive, I was a dancer."

"I bet." Orlaith's sarcastic reply hissed.

"You're just jealous because we both know you stink."

Orlaith resisted the urge to try and yank a ponytail, knowing it would only incense Myrtle further. Instead, she chose to be silent for a second, before smiling and restarting her music. As the beat first pumped through the place, she looked over her shoulder, lifting onto the tips of her toes.

"Your name rhymes with 'turtle'. I guess ti because you're both so... wet."

Myrtle yelled her argument, but it was drowned out by the music.

Licking the inside of her lip, Orlaith began to tap her foot to the rhythm lightly, trying to get the feel she'd lost for it from the incessant moaning. Her movements started slowly and subtly; and under her breath she whispered the beat using numbers, corresponding her body to the one-two-three-four pattern.

Her intense use of dynamics meant her body ached with energy and dancing was the only real way to release the pent up frustration. When school got on top of, dancing is what she would turn to, never really been one for running. She couldn't sing- oh God no, and she couldn't do contact sports. And then of course there was confusion over what was going on around her. From when she was feeling left out by the Ravenclaws, to when she was pondering over a guy. Dancing seemed like the only way to relieve herself. Like masturbation for lads.

She finished the section of the dance, the singer's deep voice drowning out as she removed the wand from her bag and cut it short. Coughing softly into the back of her hand, her breathing heavy and chest heaving, she collected a pink sports bottle from resting on the lip of her bag, and took a long drink. She knew she did not look attractive at that moment, with sweat glistening on her body under the lights, and her hair was loose from its hold, falling around her face. Her stomach was contracting with every breath, and one hand resting on the curve of her hip.

The voice knocked her for six,and she span quickly, eyes landing on the new arrival. Orlaith took a moment for her eyes to adjust to another, and when they finally had, she gave a nervous smile. She was glad she hadn't been caught by someone more threatening. A Slytherin or a Teacher. Or someone that could hold her secret for blackmail. She wouldn't put it past a lot of people in this school. Dropping her wand back into her bag, she lent against the wall, still assessing the girl in front of her with a laugh.

Myrtle let out an indignant cry.

"Shut up Myrtle, you know she's right." Orlaith turned her eyes to the sky before bringing them back to the situation at hand.

"I know, I'd be completely screwed. But if you want to do something in private, in this place, night seems the only time." She paused to take a drink and waft air using her hand onto her face, "And what are you doing up?" She smiled in a friendly manner, recognizing the Hufflepuff somewhat from the Great Hall.

[Annabell Kelso]

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Okay, to be honest Annabell wasn't really that fond of Moaning Myrtle. Sure it looked like it to a lot of people, but that was only because she wanted to be nice to the ghost... feeling actually kind of sorry for her it, much to Bella's annoyance. Well it did have a good side to it at least. The ghost had grown to like her company and so usually blabbered on about rumors she had heard and what not. That was the only reason why Anna was so updated with everything. A sly smile appeared on the girl's lips as she thought about it. If only people knew where she got all her information from...

Shaking her head lightly she let her eyes travel around the place as she sat down gently and crossed her legs. Swaying lightly she noticed that the bathroom hadn't changed much, except for the fact that it was a total mess due to Myrtle throwing stuff around. Rolling her eyes as her eyes landed on the ghost, she let out a small chuckle before saying simply. "Myrtle, honestly! Go take a chill pill"

Right now she really wasn't in the mood to be nice... or anything actually. She was tired and hungry, and now a little annoyed at the fact that the stupid ghost wouldn't stop moaning. Talk about being emo. Bella sighed quietly as she watched the white thing fly around for a bit before returning her gaze to the girl in front of her. A smile formed on her lips as she nodded in agreement. "Yeah you're right actually. But you could always use the room of requirements as well during the night. The only problem is, is that the corridor that leads to it is always 'guarded' by someone" she said quietly as she bit her lower lip "The only annoying thing about this place, is that the thing over there won't shut up" She pointed up at Myrtle, happy that she hadn't heard what Bella had said.

"Oh I couldn't sleep, and then my room mate had a sort of breakdown and I thought it was polite if I left her alone with her best friend." she said as she placed her hands onto the wet floor. Leaning back a little, she chuckled lightly. "The common room isn't exactly the most exciting place so I decided to come and pay dear Myrtle a visit... don't ask me why."

Just then Bella realized that she didn't know the girl's name. Standing up quickly, she dried her hands against her jeans as she walked up to her. "I'm sorry... how rude of me!" she said before pulling her hand out for the girl to shake if she wanted to. "Annabell Kelso, 5th Year and hufflepuff. You can call me Bella or whatever else you like" she added as she gave the ravenclaw a friendly smile. She looked older than Annabell, but that didn't really matter now did it?

[Orlaith Pallett]

Orlaith laughed at Myrtles reprimanding, and pursed her lips, smiling. "The room of requirements. I tried it once. I had it all set up, mirrors; the lot. And then some Slytherins burst in with their lips attached to each other and my little studio turned into a dank room with whips and chains. Needless to say,I shan't be going their again. Or question Slytherin's mating habits." She shivered at the vivid memory, before placing her drink half heartedly back into her gym bag. "I chose hear because no one ever really comes down here on a night. There have been times I've had to chuck myself in a cubicle and pretend to be peeing. But its the mirrors," She pointed behind a row of sinks on the wall. "And at first, it was peaceful. Myrtle slept. And then she woke up one day and saw me dancing and decided to make my life a living hell."

"I did actually start to use my common room at the beginning of the year, but I was attacked by a cat that wanted to sleep on the sofa and not be hassled by my noise." She ran her tongue across her dry mouth, shrugging her shoulders. "Anyway, it's okay, me and Myrtle have a love hate relationship thing going on."

Myrtle's reply from the cubicle was a brisk, "Mostly hate."

Orlaith bit down a smile, and caught the other girl's hand with her own, nodding, "I'm Orlaith Pallett, Seventh Year and a Ravenclaw." She raised the corners of her lips, before sitting down on one of the sinks, and crossing her legs. Her breathing was being to become normal again, and she found herself stretching. "Do you dance? You look like a Ballerina, if it's not too bold to say."

She turned her gaze to the reflection in one of the murky looking mirrors. The redness in her cheeks was beginning to subside,making her look more human and less tomato. Letting out a big yawn, she turned her watery eyes back to Annabell. "A big breakdown? And you didn't stay to get the gossip. You are a Hufflepuff, lovely and loyal." She pursed her lips, "As a Ravenclaw, I would've stayed and plucked till I knew everything." She winced at herself, "I think I need to change my ways."