Moonlight Dancer {Open}

[Pandora D'Winter]

Two eyes peered in the darkness, two lips parted in a smile, two feet danced across the grace. And in it all Pandora was trully free, she was passionate about these moonlit dances more so then any ball, the times when she performed for an audiance of one, an audience of only herself there in the night. She could feel the melody running through her vains and eching through her brain. She could hear in in the wind and through the earth and from were the stars hung in the heavan's. She could see it joining in the sweet movements, swiling around her and lifting her up like the colors of a painting or a drawing.

It was the greatest dance parter she could ever wish for or hope to know. No one else could understand the passion that flowed through her as she moved to the silent melody allowing it to embrace her. It was like moving art except the canvas was a part of her and she a part of it. It was more then just her soul mixed into a final piece of work it was her all and her everything.

The light white fabric of her dress took turns clinging to and swirling around her body. Random strands of hair clung to her face and neck in the early morning dew. She began to hum quietly with the music in her head, the sweet harmony feeled the air as she danced to its rythem.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael walked out of the forest where he had been sitting, drawing, though a new figure came to his mind when the charcoal was in his hand. He heard someone and walked towards it with his wand drawn. As he drew closer he began to hear a melody and once he passed a tree he saw a girl dancing. His arm dropped and he tucked his wand back into his pocket. He leaned against the tree and watched her, not wanting to disturb her and wondering who it was.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora kept dancing but she started to get the feeling of being watched, it didn't really bother her at first it was probably just an owl or some other type of creature. There were plenty of them alive on school grounds and then she saw a shadow that looked vaguely human against one of the trees but it was hard to tell with only the moonlight as her guilde. She moved in that direction and stopped momentarily still not being able to tell who it was, "It's not polite to spy on people you know." She said to the shadow. "And I really see no reason for you to be up, unless that is you plan to join me."

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled when he recognized the voice, "Pandora," he said. Their first meeting hadn't been the best, but he was able to smile about it now, he had moved on. "I can't help that I like seeing an amazing dancer such as yourself." He hadn't been spying exactly, just admiring a piece of art.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandor recognized the voice and was happy to realize they were still on speaking terms after there last encounter. She knew she had a problem with being stubborn and not letting go when she really should. "Hello Michael." She was glad for the darkness because her face turned slightl red when he called what she was doing a piece of art. It was one thing for her to think it, it was totally another coming from someone who was every bit as great, if not greater, artest then she was. "I'm glad there are people left in the world who can still see art." There were far to many people who refused to look for it and were blinded against it. Who would have just seen her as some stupid girl dancing when by all rights she should have been back in her dorm.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled, "Yeah, most people are rather close minded when it comes to what they consider art." Many people considered paintings art, but not dancing or writing. "How long have you been dancing?" Either she had practiced for a very long time, or she had extraordinary natural talents.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora shrugged thinking about how her parents praised or bragged about her drawing but never looked any deeper. How she could live as a painting and they would never notice her except for the fact that she had done something to make herself even more valuable. "I dance when I have time, I don't know for how long." She had been dancing at balls since her mother decided she was old enough but this was different, it wasn't structured and she wasn't being judged. "I guess I could say I've been dancing for as long as there was a moon but that would be a lie. In fact I've only danced like this whenever I was away from my parents watching eyes, I don't think they would find it quiet proper."

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

"I know what you mean. But of course, proper isn't always the right way of doing things," Michael said, crossing his arms. "My parents think being 'proper' is hating everything muggle." His lips twitched, nearly grimacing, as he thought of his close minded parents. "Most parents need a good kick in the rear." He grinned, the idea bringing him great pleasure and making his eyes sparkle.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora could definately sympathize with that, she didn't hang out with muggles but unlike her parents conception of her she didn't hate them they just didn't seem to be that much fun a lot of the time plus she didn't want to end up like Eros. "Yeah but if we did that you wed please kick them into a bottomless abyss they have this nasty habit of showing up when you least want them to, its rather annoying. It was one of the reasons her fun was limited at home so often.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled, "Mhm." He tuned out for a few minutes, thinking about his parents, and his eyes darkened, his entire face seeming to fall as thoughts of his father entered his mind. He tried hard to push them out with images of Anna.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora barely noticed his face change in the darkness but did enough to know something had happened "What's wrong?" She asked before venturing to continue "Anything you want to talk about?" She had already decided to drop it if he didn't want to talk she didn't want this conversation ending like the last one that had been bad enough.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael closed his eyes and sighed, relieved, as a picture of Anna finally overcame the thoughts of his father. "No, I'm fine," he said, opening his eyes and smiling. "Just some bad memories." But I've got something to take my mind off it now, he finished to himself. He couldn't contain his next words as he thought of Anna, "You know that I moved on from Dru?" he asked, looking at her.

[Pandora D'Winter]

PAndora smiled glad that he had finally found someone. "No I hadn't but I'm so happy for you. Whose the lucky girl who got to rescue your heart from almost certian atrophy." She hoped thegirl wouldn't leave him more broken then when she had found him. A heart could only break so much before it started losing its ability to mend.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael laughed, "It's a Ravenclaw, Annabelle Hennessey," his voice turned up slightly in a question, unsure as to how many people knew her. His eyes sparkled and he was sure it showed through in his voice.

[Pandora D'Winter]

Pandora almost laughed "You sound half-in-love with the girl already." She really was happy for him and she knew that chances were the girl would be good for him. For a moment she wondered if he knew that Dru had also moved on, they both seemed to have a thing for the others house. "I wish all the happiness in the world to you both." And she trully did.