Amelia Newton
Dancing with myself
- Messages
- 19
- OOC First Name
- Amanda
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Age
- 13
Amelia didn’t mind that she was going to the ball alone. She moved to the rhythm of her own drum- or piano- or whatever instrument she was listening to. Really, her lack of self-consciousness was a blessing she hadn’t lost in her years at the school. Like her older brother Michael, she had a high threshold for embarrassment. That was why she danced from the Entrance Hall straight into the Yule Ball. She slipped into the crowds, most pairs or groups of friends. She shook her hips, swung her arms, twirled in circles, kicked her feet. It was all going swimmingly until she stomped directly onto another dancer’s foot, and hard.
“I’m sorry!” the Gryffindor squealed, hoping she wouldn’t get banned from the Yule Ball for hurting another person. She was worried about them, sure, but she was mostly worried about the consequences that could come.
“I’m sorry!” the Gryffindor squealed, hoping she wouldn’t get banned from the Yule Ball for hurting another person. She was worried about them, sure, but she was mostly worried about the consequences that could come.