baby, we can shake shake shake

[issa hemmingway]

words 623 || outfit ♥

every nerve ending in her body was alight. Feeling as if she was about to burst out of her skin, Issa hurriedly stalked back and forth in front of the walk where she knew the door to the Room of Requirement resided. Thankfully it wasn't feeling vindictive, and appeared as soon as she'd finished her agitated pacing. Yanking the door open with more force than was strictly necessary she stepped into the room, pulling the door closed behind her. Thank freaking finally. Breathing in, and pushing the air back out her mouth, she concentrated a moment on calming her racing heart. Thank freaking finally. She'd been waiting, and waiting for the end of classes to come around so that she might disappear for the afternoon. No professors; no students; no friends; no need to converse; no nothing but herself and a few tunes. The room had guessed her intentions, and made space in the center, armchairs and tables pushed to the walls; there was even a floor length mirror on one wall. Ignoring the mirror completely because she wasn't here for that kind of narcissism, she set up for laptop on one of the tables and cranked up the volume. Slipping off her shoes, and shrugging out of her cardigan she rocked back and forth, head bopping to the music. She bobbed backward toward the center of the room, shoulders zig zagging right and left. Fifth Harmony blared out the speaker, crackling ever so slightly because she hadn't bothered to bring the portable speakers seated snugly at the bottom of her trunk. Letting the music wash over her she continued to bop about the space, letting her body move as it wished. Although she had taken dance classes as a child, as most young girls did, dancing had never been anything more for her than a way to blow of steam. She had no technique, and no interest in learning all the different styles, not that she didn't enjoy watching hours of dance videos on YouTube. Soon Issa was mouth the words to the songs, still too fearful to sing aloud. She wouldn't say she had a bad voice but ever since someone had joked that she was tone deaf after hearing her sing, she'd never sung aloud in front of anyone again; even when she was alone she'd only sing aloud if the music was loud enough to drown her out. A different band started to play. She'd come across Twenty One Two by complete accident. They'd done a cover of Shake It Off for the Hillywood Show, whom Issa followed religiously, and she'd loved their cover so much she'd hopped onto iTunes the next day to buy their album, with the money her mother had transferred to her for new clothes. Thankfully her mother had never noticed that she'd never bought any new clothes, and honestly she'd much rather spend money on music anyway. Rocking out to her favourite cover, she acted out each line lyric. Issa had been obsessed with this particular cover for an entire summer which meant of course that now she had a whole dance routine perfected, and had no shame in performing it every time it played. She become particularly good at shaking it off, borrowing hugely from the twist, and flailing limp jazz hands about the place. Throwing her arms back, alternating between one and the other so that it looked as if she were swimming the backstroke, she wiggled towards the front of the room, her body facing the door. If she ever got tickets to SDCC she had promised herself she would bribe someone to play this song over the speakers just so she could do her dance in her Captain America costume. @open

[marcus dúbhshláine]

+ everyone . + HAAAAY ! + outfit +

do you feel like you did before? Marcus placed a heavy hand on the cobbled wall, steadying himself against the spinning room. He'd just spent the better part of his morning running the castle halls with a few friends who, by the looks of it, where no longer within the vicinity. Sucking in a deep breath he broke out into a gleeful smile, leaning against the cool wall. It was as if no time had passed between the four of them, like they hadn't spent the last year and a half sending owls back and forth during the school year. Of course they had visited one another during the holidays as well as whenever time allowed them, but everything seemed much more...fun inside the school considering that almost everything they did was seen as every form of rule breaking. All things considered (such as his newly acquired detention) Marcus felt happy to be back in a place that had felt more like home than anything. He sat there for quite some time, picking up his head only to glance around every so often. The halls were a beautiful kind of silence; the kind that begged for disruption. It was exactly the kind that now began to emit through the entire floor. Seeing as there was very little furniture so soak up the music, the notes sounded a tad ghostly. It was definitely nothing he'd heard before seeing as most of the music that played tended be rather old or more catered to holiday affairs. Without needing to guess, Marcus could easily place were the music was coming from. The Room of Requirement was a long time friends of his, a safe haven from grumpy teachers and even grumpier girls of whom he'd broke one too many promises. Oddly enough however, he'd never been in or near the room with anyone else. Well...unless you counted that one time during that party, which he didn't. Anyway, the point was that he deemed it a curiosity worth checking. Thankfully the room had the habit of staying exactly as it had been imagined by whoever was occupying it at the time. The unfortunate part was finding a way inside...for some. Unless people were explicitly against fellow visitors, which this person seemed not be from what he could tell, he almost always knew a way inside. With quick wits and a bit of thinking the young irishman worded his desire very clearly three times in a row and as he turned for the third and last time, as if by magic, a sleek chiseled door appeared before him. "Hmm, not unlike myself." he commented to the air. With a careful scope of the hall (to make sure no one else saw) he pulled the door open. He practically keeled over in laughter at the sight in front of him. A girl, with long red hair, was twirling like a licorice wand to the music. Music, might he add, that was coming from some rather interesting, and usually unworking, means. "It seems as if we have a dancer in our midst. Say, can I ask how you even got that to work here?" he asked, attempting to sound as innocent as he could through bouts of laughter. This would be fun.

do you see the world getting small?

[issa hemmingway]

words 622 || outfit ♥

pharrell Williams roared from the speakers, Freedom causing her to wriggle, and boogie. Ever since she'd seen Despicable Me with her sister at the cinemas, the only two teenagers there, she'd fallen ass over tits for his music; it always got her in the mood to lip sync. She'd nearly driven her parents mad when she'd finally gotten her hands on his latest album, playing it on repeat throughout the house. Olivie hadn't made a fuss, simply tapping along to the beat, a book in hand. Snapping her fingers, Issa spun about, her eyes closed, tossing her head back to every shout of freedom. Who cares what they see, who cares what they know. You're first name is Free, last name is Dom. She laughed loud and boisterous, knees knocking together, her shoulders shimmying. The weight that had been pressing down on her chest since she'd woken up that morning was completely gone, and she felt free, and high. Here she could just be herself without the stress of worrying about what others thought of her. She knew that it shouldn't matter what others thought of her, and she was doing a lot better now; strangers opinions didn't trouble her as they once had. The opinions of her peers, and her friends and family still plagued her however. Little niggling thoughts at the back of her mind; you're letting people down; you are a disappointment; you're not good enough. Everyone had doubts about themselves - Issa's just seemed to manifest themselves physically. They hindered her attempts at making friends, stopped her from grabbing onto opportunities presented to her, and made concentrating on school work a power struggle. Nevertheless she would never give this up because although her lows were just that, her highs were truly magical. Catching a glance of herself in the floor length mirror, she dipped and blew a kiss at her reflection. She was learning to love herself, slowly but surely, and most days she liked what she saw. You're first name is King, last name is Dom, because you still believe in everyone. The song skipped to the next; Say My Name by Peking Duk. It was by far her ultimate favourite. It's steady beat, and rocking guitar satisfied something within her soul. Issa tried, and failed to execute an arm wave, rolling her eyes at her poor attempt. She'd never get that particular move right but that was okay; she couldn't be perfect at everything. Turning on the spot something out the corner of her eye moved suddenly. Coming to an abrupt halt she stared wide-eyed at the boy by the door. He was dark haired, and dark eyed, and frustratingly good-looking. She could feel her cheeks getting hot, a red flush creeping its way down her neck, and to the tips of her ears. Well damn. And here she'd thought she was alone. Issa inhaled sharply through her mouth as he spoke up over the music. Her jaw clicked shut, and she turned away from him making her way across the room, and turning the music right down. She wasn't going to shut it off completely - she needed something to ground her. Finding the boys eyes again she breathed in deeply, and prepared to answer him, if she didn't fly off the handle first. "I'm not much of a dancer but thank you, I suppose. And you are certainly within your rights to ask," she said, smiling with all her teeth, eyes narrowed. She hoped it appeared threatening. Tilting her chin up ever so slightly her mouth softened into a lopsided grin. "I had it enchanted. Are you going to tattle on me now?" She raised one perfect eyebrow, issuing a challenge. This would be fun. @open

[marcus dúbhshláine]

+ everyone . + i've lost my mind LOL ! + outfit +

do you feel like you did before? As a hand came up to massage his slightly stubbled chin, Marcus drank in the scene before him. Interestingly enough this wasn't the first time he'd been in situation like this the only difference was that he was usually the guilty party. Now, it seemed, he was the choice of the fates in this matter. Marcus Dúbhshláine held the power...ok maybe that was slight exaggeration of what was happening but then again, he was a rather dramatic guy. Regardless, he now eyed this rule breaker with a great amount of interest as he considered her words heavily. It was a rather difficult task as he attempted to once again smother his laughter at the blush that was now taking over her body. She looked as red as tomato. "Come now licorice wand, no need to be embarrassed. In fact, I'll tell you what," he told her, hands folding together. "I won't tell a soul about any of this if you let me stay." His offer was quite valid, he thought. Sure they didn't know each other but he could tell be her reaction to his presence that she'd be plenty of fun to be around. Not mention, he was down right bored. Running about castles acquiring punishments left and right was a temporary satisfaction for him but if he was honest, Marcus needed more. Which is where this lovely creature came in. If Marcus had a knack for anything other than pranks, it was choosing the right people to associate with and he couldn't help the little voice in the back of his mind urging him to go for it. Take a chance it said. "So...it's enchanted you say?" he drawled, pacing the room slowly allowing his eyes to soak up to scenery. "How'd she manage that?" he wondered aloud, nearing the now silent contraption. "Interesting..." he muttered, giving it a few pokes. As he mulled about its inner workings he couldn't help but spot a rather enticing tidbit about his current whereabouts. "Er...what's with the mirror?" he questioned a large smile playing at his lips. "I mean I see why; you're gorgeous but don't you think it's, oh I dunno, a bit much to have a giant mirror on the wall." With a deep breath through his teeth, he eyed the girl again, tilting his head this way and that. "I suppose..." he muttered again, crossing over to her in three long strides. Whilst his face was mere inches from her own he studied her closely, eyes heavily squinted. He literally had no reason for this; he just loved getting under the skin of others. He circled her a few times, eyeing her from top to bottom. "Right then," he finally announced, "you may continue." He clapped twice in the air and spun in a tight circle. "It's salsa time!" he called out suddenly, popping a sombrero on courtesy of the room. One pair of maracas later, he was salsa-ing about the place. "Come now, mustn't be shy now!" he shouted over the music that had begun to play. Suddenly a rose was in his mouth as he pulled her around with him. "Feel the beat, licorice wand. You had it quite right before. Just lose yourself in the rhythm!" he told her, plopping a hat onto her head. Yes, he thought, this would do. This would do very nicely.

do you see the world getting small?

[issa hemmingway]

words 679 || outfit ♥

he was watching her like a predator would do their prey. It was unnerving, and exciting all at once. She watched as he rubbed at the stubble on his chin, dark eyes drinking in the room. Her curiosity was starting to win out over her embarrassment, the heat of her cheeks slowly cooling, hazel eyes tracking his movements, and narrowed slightly in amusement. His attention was focused once more on her, and he spoke. Seeing him fold his hands together in false sincerity, perfectly sculpted eyebrows rose, almost disappearing into her hairline. Licorice wand? She wasn't sure where he'd drawn that one from but the nickname had her lips curling into a smirk. His proposition was fair. Lips stretching into a smile, she gave a single, respectful nod. Well played stranger, she thought to herself, well played. Stranger. She hadn't yet asked him his name. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear Issa instantly decided against asking; he could be whoever she wanted him to be as she could be whoever she wanted to be. She continued to watch him as he paced the room, asking question after question. Her body stiffened as he approached her laptop, pressing fingertips to the screen. Stepping forward, a muscle in her jaw ticking, she spoke up, voice hard, and cold. "I'd rather you didn't touch that, thank you." Forcing out a breath, she forcibly relaxed her shoulders. "I don't particularly like people poking about my things, and I paid someone to enchant it for me to answer you're previous question." Chewing on her lip thoughtfully she added, "Knockturn Alley." Hopefully he'd understand her bitten off response. She didn't really know why she'd felt compelled to be so honest with him - she hadn't even told her sister that she'd gone to Knockturn Alley to get her muggle technology enchanted. Eyeing him with suspicion Issa wondered if he'd put some sort of truth spell on her while she'd been distracted. She didn't know of any such spell, only the veritaserum potion, but that didn't mean there was no such spell. Tuning back into her surrounding she noticed the boy was now babbling on about the mirror behind her. He though she was gorgeous. He also thought she was narcissistic, and what a compliment that was. Of course he then had to get right up in her space, face mere inches from hers, eyes squinted unattractively. Her emotions were all over the place. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to smack him across the back of his head, grab her things and make a run for it, or laugh herself hoarse. Thankfully he backed off quickly, crossing the room before clapping, and spinning around to face her. "It's salsa time!" He'd announced it with such conviction that the loud, brash laugh was already making its way past her lips before she could rein it back in. Hands coming up to clutch at her quivering stomach, she doubled over unable to get a breath in. It took a few minutes but she finally regained control, and straightened, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. He was making his way towards her with a rose in his mouth. Biting down on her bottom lip to keep from giggling, she let him manhandle her across the floor. Extracting herself from his hold after they'd taken a turn about the room, she grinned wide, and cheerful. Making sure to speak above the music so that he would hear her she shook her head with a half-hearted shrug, "I don't know how to salsa!" Her grin turning a little shy, "Maybe you could show me?" she continued. He really was unlike any other person she had ever met. Entirely strange, and wondrous. Issa felt herself excited at the prospect of future dance lessons, and fun escapades. Stepping forwards, cocking her hips out to one side before stepping back, and repeating the movement with her other leg, she did her best to pick up the rhythm. "Like this, right?" Placing a hand on her head to keep the ridiculous hat on, she picked up the pace a little. Maybe she would ask him is name after all. @open

[marcus dúbhshláine]

+ everyone . + i've lost my mind LOL ! + outfit +

do you feel like you did before? The words Knockturn Alley echoed in the back of his head and he stored them away for later. So this girl, whose name he had yet to learn, was no stranger to the dangers of rule breaking. It tickled him pink to know this tibit of information and he found himself growing quite fond of her already. That coupled with her ability to join in as he threw her for a loop make him practically drunk with excitment. He watched as she popped her hips from side to side, head swinging as much as possible to the beat. "You've got the movements!" he shouted through their laughter and the music. "Just let the music flow through you!" he had no idea what that meant but he heard several of the more artistic sort often use it and the moment seemed right for it. As they pranced about the room, he showed her move after move, making up most of them as he went. The interesting part was that Marcus was actually a pretty good dancer, having been to so many local weddings back home. People tended to have huge parties and they needed a way to keep the fun going as long as possible so they made mandatory dance lessons a thing. The salsa was one of his lesser practiced dances but he seemed to do rather well considering. Having gotten much too into the music, he didn't notice the moment he pulled the girl closer, hands wrapped around her waist as he guided her around the room. They were lost in the beat of the music but he crashed back into reality as he stumbled over the air. The song, seemingly sensing the shift in atmosphere, shut off as it ended. Clearing his throat, he took a step back, releasing his hold on her, a small smiling set in place. Bowing deeply he removed the rose from his mouth and offered it to her. "For you," he said placing it into her hand. He wasn't so much embarrassed by grabbing her but because of his less than smooth stumble. Marcus disliked allowing himself to be open to unwarranted remarks funnily enough; he could dish it out but refused to take it in return. Reminding himself of her words he waved an arm towards the musical screen. "What next? A bit of the merengue? Maybe some Tango or the Samba?" he asked, doing little made up steps as he went. The bells on his sombrero jingled as he moved, encouraging his moves. He shuffled about the room as she worked her unknown magic on the strange looking machine. "You know, I've never seen anything like that before in person." he admitted. Sure it was 2015 and although the world was far more technologically advanced Marcus had lived in such a small wizarding town that he never saw much of the modern world. Many of the folks where he lived were rather old with very little patience for such things. Marcus wasn't clueless though, as he knew what the machine was. He knew what cell phones were, knew how they seemingly operated but he'd never been near one. Not since his first ever visit to the muggle world during their extended vacation. He'd visited Muggle Paris for a few days and found himself immersed in a whirlwind of wonders. Muggles, he figured, were very interesting and innovative people. Pulling away from his thoughts, he flopped onto the bare floor laying against the cooled stone and watched himself in the mirror. How strange this day turned out to be, he muttered to his reflection. How strange indeed.

do you see the world getting small?