Dancing Through Empty Halls [Alec]

[Hadyn Bryant]

Dancing Through Empty Halls

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Hadyn hummed, stepping her way down the hall. She was looking at the book in her hands, a strange sight for anyone who knew her relatively well. Although Ravenclaw, Hadyn wasn't book smart. Yes, she got by. Barely got by, as of late, but she scraped past. Her smarts lay in common sense and street smarts -- she knew what to do in a dire situation, most of the time. Recently this cunning of hers had been tested multiple times in the extreme, but Denny seemed pretty happy as she danced down the halls.

The way she was moving now could only be described as dancing. Although her attention was focused on the book in her arms, that probably weighed just as much as her little body did, her feet were moving slowly in a rythmatic fashion related to ballroom dancing. Hadyn was not paying attention to where she was going, not at all; her big blue eyes remained downcast to the words, although her body danced to a tune that wasn't there.

One, two, step, three, four, step. The corridor wasn't populated at all. In fact, she was alone, as she usually was these days. Somehow or another, she had made most everyone mad, scared to touch her, plain furious, or she had sent them off to jail. She didn't seem to be paying attention to this, though, for once. She usually worried and blamed herself for a bunch of what was going on, and it was usually her fault. She was logically smart, but her choices lately seemed to severely contradict that. Nevertheless, she seemed blissfully unaware of her screwed up life for a few moments, as she danced her way down the corridor, her feet unconsciously bringing herself closer to the Courtyard through empty halls.

[Alec Dolohov]

Shadows Along the Walls

Alec was the kind of person who seemed to materialize right out of thin air. He would show up at the most inopportune times and make a comment or two, but then, the next thing you knew, he was already gone. It could be a defense mechanism to prevent people from getting too close because he's afraid of people getting too close, but it isn't. This is just the way he is. At a young age, he was believed mute, but some people may find it difficult to keep his mouth shut about them and their problems. He is a quiet observer, possibly taking notes of the things that interest him. Or in this case, the people.

Currently, Alec wasn't actually stalking anyone. He happened to come upon Hadyn all by himself, but it made him raise his eyebrows and wonder if this was the universe's way of telling him this girl needed special attention paid. He had seen her before; she was once friends with Jonathan, after all.

Blinking, he saw his fists clench unconsciously and had to let a rare smile touch his lips. Well, wasn't that bound to happen. He had a sincere dislike of Jonathan Macnair, relation or no relation or Kamilla or no Kamilla. He couldn't help it. The boy was insufferable. Frowning now, he shook his head to clear these thoughts and followed the dancing girl.

"Do you often dance alone or is this because you have no partner for the moment?"

Most people would frown at this, calling it baiting, but for Alec, it wasn't. In all fairness, when it comes to Alec, it is never what it seems to be.

[Hadyn Bryant]

And it Echoes My Desperate Calls

Hadyn sashayed down the hall, her feet moving slowly in small half circles as her hips swayed. The movements were practiced but not at all fast; she never really meant to dance as she walked, it just kind of happened that way.

Instead of someone in her arms, the heavy book was laid out over her thin limbs, her whole arm supporting it and her small hands wrapped around the top and holding it in place as she moved. Her long blond hair spilled over her shoulders and back, twirling around in little spirals as she made circles in the hall, blue grey eyes trained down on the words filling the oversized book. She didn't usually make a habit of reading. This was a one-time thing, or so she hoped. She didn't really like reading, at all.

A fact that seemed to surprise most, considering she was in the 'smart house' or Ravenclaw. That presumption was really starting to annoy her, in all honesty.

She was so intent on reading (and dancing without knowing it) that she had no idea Alec had materialized in the hall, making it's occupant count rise to a solitary two. It wasn't until he said something that she looked up.


"Do you often dance alone or is this because you have no partner for the moment?"

Hadyn's head snapped up, and her feet stilled rather quickly. Blue grey eyes found his, and she recognized him at once. Some people called him the Ice Prince. Some people gave him a few other names that were rather rude to repeat. Hadyn herself just called him 'that one guy', because she could never remember his name anyway. She didn't have any reason to be associated with him. He hung around Jon. His cousin was Kamilla Lestrange. She had mixed emotions about Jon, and Kamilla she just plainly hated. So, she wasn't really to keen to hang around Alec, either. She actually glanced around in suspicioun. She had every reason to feel a little afraid; afterall, the last time she was alone in a hallway with a guy hadn't really worked well.

"I didn't mean to," she answered honestly, her cheeks warming a little. "It just kind of happened."

[Alec Dolohov]

Give Yourself the Courtesy to Fall

He could almost hear her take stock of who he was and who he associated with. No doubt she thought she was in the presence of some horrible creature. He would never say he wasn't horrible because he wasn't really sure what he was. He'd been called inhuman, a ghost, so many times that half the time, he wasn't sure if he was really human. Of course, this may sound a little foolish, but in his mind, he toyed with nearly anything. Any thought that was even so much as whispered in the world, he'd thought about it at least once. He was very businesslike about it. Not a dreamer. Not like this girl.

She struck him as a dreamer that had been hurt. She even smelt tense.

"It's Hadyn, isn't it?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He knew all the names of everyone in the school. Most of them he only knew by name - it took a bit to match the names to the face. There were many people in the school, after all, with a new crop of first years every year. Not to mention the new students.

Hadyn, of course, he'd seen before, but never been interested enough to approach her. He had seen her interaction with Jaiden Scabior, Daniel Bones, Luca Lovell and even Jonathan Macnair.

They shared the same disdain of Jonathan Macnair as far as he knew.

[Hadyn Bryant]

Face So Blank, Like A Porcelain Doll

Hadyn watched him; she wasn't being quiet or shy, and she didn't meant to look wary or judging. If she had been presumptuous, she might have fled along time ago. Also, if she hadn't been a brazen one, she might have taken off a bit of a while ago, too. The Ice Prince was -- well, icy. And kind of scary. It didn't really bother Hadyn, though. She had seen her fair share of scary people.

And, in all reality, he wasn't that bad. She was imagining the intimidation factor, and the offensive one, because of who she knew he hung out with. Or she hoped. She didn't really like to think of herself as skittish.

"Yeah," she nodded, when he asked her name. "And you're. . ."

Shit.

"Uhm." Ice Prince. Yeah, that would sound right. And if she called him the names some other people did, it would not start them off well.

She was blessed with a last name that came to mind, but no more than that. "Dolohov?" She guessed, apologetic.

[Alec Dolohov]

I Never Knew I'd Meet You In This Lull

He laughed slightly. "Dolohov," he said agreeably, "but you can call me Alec if you like. I know that's not what many people call me. Very few do, in all honesty, so it would be welcome."

Here he smiled, obviously amused. It was as if he knew what she'd been previously thinking and maybe he did, but we'll keep that as a mystery for the time now. Let's focus on the smile.

Alec never smiled. Well, maybe a little, but very rarely.

"You are very beautiful." he commented next, the smile still on his lips. This time it was less amused and more relaxed, more ... peaceful.

[Hadyn Bryant]

So I Thought I Could Lie

Hadyn smiled. There we go, she knew his name was in her head somewhere. Alec Dolohov -- Ice Prince, Slytherin, older, Kamilla Lestrange's cousin. It was a wonder he hadn't tried to diss her yet, being related to Lestrange. Hadyn tried not to marvel at the fact he wasn't making fun of her, and focused on his barely-there smile. It was nice, she guessed. She hadn't seen him smile too often. But then again, she usually avoided most Slytherins that wasn't Jaiden.

"Alec," she agreed then, smiling up at him. Her smile was actually becoming less-used, too. Not rare, as she smiled when she could, but it was becoming scarcer for varying, perfectly good reasons. But Alec managed to draw a smile from her, and a blush, too, when he complimented her looks.

"You are very beautiful."

Hadyn's cheeks turned a delicate pink at the unexpected compliment, and she laughed a little nervously. "Thanks," she said, smiling, abashed. "You're pretty handsome yourself."

ooc;; Sorry about the whole rhyming thing we had going on. xD I couldn't find anything, other than 'skull'! So I thought I'd start a new one. xP Sorry.

[Alec Dolohov]

Watch My Facade Die

Alec laughed. It wasn't a bone-chilling laugh like many people may think. It wasn't exactly something he did a lot. He didn't have a lot to laugh about as far as he was concerned, but she made him laugh. How curious. "That isn't usually what most people call me ..." he said, voice trailing off thoughtfully. "I'm very flattered."

He knew girls often thought he was feeding them a line, but it was nice to be complimented. He didn't get complimented very much. He didn't lose any sleep over it though, but it was rather nice when it happened. He couldn't remember the last time someone had actually said something nice to him.

It was welcomed.