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[Holly Cathers]

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Rock it, don't stop it,
Everybody get on the floor,
Wake the party up,
We about to get it on.

It don't matter to me,
We can dance slow
(Ladies and gentlemen),
Whichever way the beats drop,
Our bodies will go

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So swing it over here,
Mr. DJ,
(Ladies and gentlemen),
And we will, we will rock you,
Lets shake

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The tiniest Hufflepuff, Holly Cathers, sprinted her way around the large lake. A single drop of sweat slid it’s way down the side of her small face. She grinned as she clenched her fists, her little body seeming a bright blue blur. Her blonde hair flew behind her. The sun just rising above the lake, letting her know that it was about time for her to start heading back to the castle.

Wearing a very cute, light blue, athletic suit, Hol blended in well with the rays falling off of the sun. She always looked cute, even when running. With her little body and friendly smile, she just had that cute aura around her. Being so tiny, it let her go fast. Real fast. Which is why she loved to run. And swim… but only when the water was warm. Needless to say, she was fast and small for her age.

As she sprinted toward her usual mark. Her grin grew as she looked down at her watch. She had beat her usual time. Hol jumped up and down with her arms in the air. ”Wooo! Yes!” She giggled quietly to herself. Alright, so she was a very up beat and exciting person. But that just added to her cuteness.

Hol unzipped her jacket, showing a white underarmor T. She brushed the bead of sweat from her cheek and grinned. She switched the song on her little iPod and began dancing quite rambunctiously and sporadically. She even sang aloud to it with her soft little voice.

Life is good I can't complain
I mean I could but no one's listening
Your image overwhelms my brain
And it feels good, good, good

Now I'm rolling my window down
I love the wind but I hate the sound
You're like a tattoo that I can't remove
And it feels good, it feels good, it feels good

Like a rollercoaster ride
Holding on my knuckles white
whoa, whoa
Can't believe I'm like
whoa, whoa
Every time I'm like
Up and down and side to side
Every inch of me is like
whoa, whoa
Got me feeling like
whoa, whoa
Every time I'm like

In the morning it begins again
Feels like I'm falling better strap me in
I think I'm running out of oxygen
And it feels good, it feels good, it feels good

My inhibitions are beginning to let go
This situation
I can't help but lose control
No inner friction that I cannot seem to break
It feels good, it feels good
I'm holding on, I'm holdin' on

Like a roller coaster ride
Like I'm running a red light
Like a rocket ship is like
Every inch of me is like WHOA!

Like a rollercoaster ride
Holding on my knuckles whoa
Every inch of me is like
whoa, whoa
Got me feeling like
whoa, whoa

She continued to dance her way toward the castle as she listened to Aly and AJ. She loved her early morning runs. Even if she had run about five miles, she still had major energy. Being thirteen, who didn’t have energy? [/size][/color][/blockquote]

[Wilhelm Genetta]

I'd rather feel pain...

It wasn't as if this was unusual... Alright, it was. He'd admit it, too. Ever since that whole, well, drowning thing forever ago the lake had been really something of a no-go. But today Wilhelm Genetta was willing to look around it. Very far around it. What's the difference anyway? he thought quesily. It's just a lake. A very deep lake, by his guestimation. Will walked swiftly from the dront hall steps. His converse made nearly no sound on the grass, but he hadn't expected them to. Will was cool like that.

Smarter than the average first year, and more secretive too, Will jogged his way out to the lake, to halt underneath one of the willows that edged it. He though he saw the giant squid lazing in the shallows. It wasn't too hot yet- he still wore his jeans and a button-up under his Gryffindor robes. It was all the same, really. He spied something, or someone, running by the lakeside. Who was it? He couldn't tell from the look of her. But she was running. He couldn't see anyone she'd run from either. Excercise, then. He thought about adding that into his schedule, but decided to wait until classes really started.

Wilhelm watched as she drew closer. Her blonde hair was pulled back by the wind, and she was singing. Quite sporadically, too. He let a grin come to his face. He'd sing too, but... He sent a furtive glance around. "When I'm walkin' by myself, along the path that I should follow, I can see one reason why I'm happy I can face tomorrow- no one's gonna change my mind; I'm gonna let my spirits climb." He sang the ditty under his breath, the beginning to one of a song by Billy Gilman. He was pretty neat. Will watched the girl from under his spikey hair, but then stepped out, almost-but-not-quite intercepting her path.

"Hello. I'm Will." His voice was soft, shy. He could have hexed himself. Except he still wasn't quite good with that yet. He'd tried quite a few of the spells in his class books, and almost all of them had worked. Charms especially. But somehow jinxes and curses were beyond him. Will let a grin spread across his face as he swept one hand through his already wild hair. I must be insane, he thought. Perhaps this girl was a Hufflepuff. She looked lively enough. Ravenclaws were normally nose-in-book at this time, and Slytherins didn't really come out for runs. Gryffindors... well, Will hadn't seen her around. So maybe it was time to meet someone new.

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Than nothing at all.

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