She Move Her Body Like a Cyclone [Wes]

[Hadyn Bryant]

Boom. Crack. Snap, and back.
Boom. Crack. Snap, and back.
Boom. Crack. Snap, and back.

She moves her body like a cyclone, makes you wanna do it all night long, just like a cyclone. The way she move her body...

Hadyn smiled; she had long discarded her wizarding robes in favor for something more flexible. Baggy jeans, and pink boxers that could be seen a bit. She was bare foot, with a white cut-off shirt so she didn't have to worry about shirt issues while she was dancing. Women's dancing was so much harder than men's -- they had more to deal with. Boobs, for one.

Fancy footwork was a given; Hadyn moon-walked and glided over the place, as if on ice or glass and not tile. Her blonde hair was up in a messy bun, although some strands had escaped the confinement of hair bands to drift about her shoulders and face. She was smiling, for once. There was no Kamilla, no Ministry, no teachers, no grades, no rapist, no friends, no anyone.

God, it felt so good.

Slide, dip, body roll, snap up -- freedom in movement. Beautiful, free movement. Hadyn's body moved in waves, and sometimes in jerks, depending on the music. Sometimes, she stood on her hands, sometimes her hands or feet never met the floor, and most of the time, she was moving to a beat that seemed to pump through her. Herlegs moved by instinct, her arms in slides and jerk and her stomach in circular movements. She went from sexy (slow, exposing curves), and into aggressive (jerky, no longer smiling), and then into her smiling freestyle.

The matrix -- fun, and showy. Hadyn smirked, and leaned back. Not just a relaxing little sit back. This was nearly level, horizontal to the ground. She bounced her ankles, spreading out her arms. Swaying her body from side to side, still down, flickering her fingers.

Bounce, pop, bounce -- gimme what you got.

Hadyn kicked her feet out from underneath of her, arching her back to land on her hands. With an effort, she flipped her feet over her head.

"This is why I'm hot," she muttered, smiling -- for the first time, in a long time.

[Wes Borgin]

His white and black air Jordans made no sound against the stone floor as he walked from the library headed towards the common room. His soon to be normal route was altered by the moving stairs as he made his way back down on this saturday evening.

Instead of living it up in the common room, Wes was trying to figure out his best way to get to his Astronomy class, to charms, to DADA, to Ancient Ruins, to Flying, to Potions, to Arithmancy, back down to the forest for an evening meal, and back again before curfew. So, now he was working for the grounds, but something else drew his attention on his fourth pass down.

Hearable to him through the thick door, he moved closer to understand what the dull thuds coming from the other side were. Though, they were unreadable outside the door and his curiosity was too much for him. He tested the doorknob carefully, turning it ever so slightly to make sure it was unlocked and then carefully sliding it open when he was sure it was.

He didn't allow it to open wide only enough to let him duck through and take a look in.

Well. Well. Well. What do we have here?

What he saw almost had his tongue on the ground. He slid into an empty desk for a show, watching in amazement as the girl did her little dance. Her sexy little dance. He was actually quite engrossed in every little move she was making, thankful his heightened sense could keep up with her.

"This is why I'm hot,"

"Smokin' would be a better word," Wes replied, leaning back with his legs crossed in front of him and his hands tucked behind his head.

[Hadyn Bryant]

Hadyn Claire Bryant

God forbid you'd ever have to walk a mile in her shoes.

Uh oh, lean back, girl you got some mean racks
You got a mean ass and I really mean that
But can't you see, that I need a girl, that can move
Make her hips SWING - and - look - just like you
But come to think about it, I think this club is crowded
It's kinda hard to do your thing when everyone's surrounding
So let me form a circle everybody step back
I heard somebody yell "Savage where the chorus at?!"

Hadyn had just been starting a new song. Swing, by Savage -- it was new, but Hadyn had the dance to it down. On your tiptoes, arms above your head, as you rock forward, like you were about to do a Charlie Brown, but you kept your feet on the ground, while your stomach stays in the same place. It was meant to be roughly seductive, and Hadyn could pull it off easily, but she was immediately thrown off when someone else spoke up -- from inside the room she was in.


"Smokin' would be a better word." The voice came; it was deep, obviously male, and enjoying himself. Hadyn froze, and spun around to face whoever it was, shock and dread written over her face. It would be so embarrassing -- if it were Jon, or Soren, or one of the other guys she knew.
And if it was a guy she didn't, what was she supposed to say?

Mortified, she looked over at the man relaxing in the chair, looking rather comfortable. She blinked, feeling the blush rise to her cheeks.

"His name's Wes Borgin."

Oh, shit.

How the hell had he gotten in without her noticing? Hadyn's blue eyes flickered to the door, her chest rising and falling a little fast. She had been moving rather quick and aggressively, and she needed to get her breath back. "How did...?" Hadyn said poetically, and gestured to the door. She trailed off when she realized that was probably rude, and settled for looking confused, and then embarrassed again when she realized how scantily clad she was. A cut off shirt, baggy jeans, and boxers, with rap music still blaring in the background she normally would have been getting down to.

Hadyn walked over, with bare feet lightly touching the floor. She scooped up her jacket and slid it on -- it wasn't nearly as form-fitting as her shirt had been, and was a decent length. Her pants she couldn't do anything about -- it just made it worse that it had 'sexy thang' written across the butt of the boxers.

Hadyn zipped up the jacket, and looked over to Borgin, unsure of what to say. He was a Hufflepuff, she thought, and shouldn't have held any ill will towards her. I mean, he probably had some pre-conceived notions on her as she had been dissing Kamilla when he had arrived, but still...She hardly knew him.

"Uhm," Hadyn stammered, blushing an unattractive red, "Hi?"

[Wes Borgin]

<--Wes Borgin-->

"There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman"

"Hi?"

Her little display amused him greatly. He had enjoyed watching her dance but he had enjoyed her reaction more. Girls blushing was one of the cutest things in the world. Just watching blood fill their cheeks and make them rosy with life always put a satisfied smile on his face.

He gave a sigh and stood, moving towards the music player. It was amazing how many muggle records were actually made by wizarding students. He stuffed a hand down into his leather messenger bag that had been extended and pulled out another record to replace the one Hayden had on.

"Why don't you try puttin' some of those moves to something a little harder?" he hadn't been in a good dance off in a while. To be honest, it hadn't been since the fifties. He flipped the record off and replaced it with his. Putting the needle to it, it began to play a fast pace Irish jig. "This muggle stuff is so easy to work with. "

With a smirk sliding up his face he sent the record spinning with the tap of his wand and took his bag off before putting the needle down against the magical black vinyl. After a little bit of white noise a fast pace Irish jig blared out from the single horn on the record player.

"Now this is more like it," he shouted over the music as he fell into step in her space with fast fancy footwork it had taken him years to perfect. Tapping along with the music was one of his favorite things in the world. His thumbs stuck in his pockets he kept his torso still while his waist down moved in fluid motion with the beat. This was one of his favorite jigs.

After his signifigant part and with a loud stomp he through out a challenge with a smile on his face. He liked challenges more than he liked dancing.

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