(Lake) Dancing Waves

[diego]

One of the best places to be, was in one's own little world, and Diego was able to maintain that little world when he sat beside the lake, watching the waves move freely across the surface. The sun was high in the sky and nothing was bothering him as he sat there, thinking about all things that he could. He missed the freedom of dancing, he had not done it for a while. In fact the last time he had danced was when he was at his grandmothers home in Cuba, when he visited La Rosa Negra.

Dancing was all Diego wanted to do, but life in Cuba was still very difficult. He had to be careful where he went and what he did while he was there, he was always thankful of being there though, it was where he grew up. Where he learned to dance, where he learned who he wanted to be. Like most people, Diego did not want a fancy job, nor did he want a fancy house. His main ambition in life was to be a dancer, maybe open a dancing school. His uncle hated the idea, he told Diego he should do something useful with his life. Though in Diego's heart, this was useful.

Standing up, he began to think back to the dancing he loves. There was no music around, but Diego did not need music to compell his passion, the music was inside him, all he needed was his feet. Sliding his right foot back in a fluid motion, as he did, putting his weight onto his right leg, not moving his left foot. Feeling free like the air, and fluid like the water as he danced, changing his weight onto his left leg next so his right foot didnt move this time, and moving his body in an air like fashion, stepping forward slightly, left foot first, he slid his right foot in line with his left, not moving his right. Then pausing not moving any of his feet, or his body.

He started to count now as he did it again, "1 and two, three and four, turn, five and six, turn, one and two, three and four, jump turn, bend, two-step three," Both of his feet were moving in exact time as he was counting, his feet doing a sort of skip/dance routine, turning around and doing it backwards, then turning back and doing it normally, jumping whilst turning, then of course his quick steps. For the first time in a while, he felt free, however, as he caught the sight of someone, he stopped, flushing a little bit, "Oh" He spoke in his thick accent, running a hand nervously through his hair, "I did not see you there"

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ashton watched the boy with fascination. His movements were as fluid and graceful as water. What Ash found even more interesting, was that there was finally another dancer at Hogwarts. Ashton danced, but not as much as he skated, or sang. Stumbling back a little as the boy bumped into him, Ash regained his balance. "Hi. I'm Ashton McLane." he said shyly. "That was some great dancing."

[diego]

Diego stood there for a moment, just feeling like an idiot and, well an idiot. "Im Diego Garciá" He told the Ashton, his eyes looking to the floor in his own embarrasment, still running a hand through his hair, he smiled when he said Diego's dancing was good, "Oh, thankyou" He said with a simple smile. His cuban accent couldnt be mistaken. Diego looked out over the lake and then back at Ashton, "I am sorry I bumped into you. I am not usually that clutzy when dancing"

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash smiled, "It's fine. You'd think that being a skater, I'd be a bit more graceful myself. But nope! Still a klutz!"

[diego]

"I see" Diego answered as he looked at the boy. Ice skating? The only skating he had ever done, involved dancing, though of course most of the things Diego did involved dancing. "Do you dance? Or just skate?" He asked, Diego was always curious when it came to dancing, for it was his passion, his only passion.

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash's grin grew even wider. "Yeah, a little. I also sing, draw, and play piano, drums, violin, and guitar. How long have you been dancing?"

[diego]

Well it was good to know he wasnt the only dancer in the whole of this place, and he admired Ash's enthusiam towards it too. Though found it a little difficult to understand how one could keep up with so many things, "I have been dancing most of my life, it is but the one thing that i am passionate about"

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash laughed and replied. "I'm passionate about life, so I do alot of things!"

[diego]

Diego thought about his statement but couldnt relate, the only real thing in life he liked was dancing, dancing was his life. Though even so, Diego had been here what? A good few months and no matter where he went, people were just content to laze around. Diego sometimes wished he could be back in Cuba, back in La Rosa Negra. Back where he could be him. "Thats nice" he said, not meaning it as a sarcastic comment, but plainly because he did not know what else to say.

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ashton raised an eyebrow. "Um. was that supposed be a compliment?" He shrugged, "Oh well. So, do you have a particular style of dancing?"

[diego]

"Uhm, Yes I think it was supposed to be, though it didn't much come out like one, i apologize" Diego looked down at the floor, then back up at Ashton when he spoke to him again, "Particular style?" He repeated then smiled, "The cuban dancing is my main area, though I do know a bit of ballroom." He told him, "I was born and raised in Cuba, my mother was English my father cuban. There was a club there called La Rosa Negra, a lot of people went there, as did I"

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash nodded. "Wow, so was your whole family into dancing? I'm the only one into skating, so my dad thinks I'm weird. But I hate him anyway, so what do I care what he thinks about me?"

[diego]

"No, not my whole family" He told them, "Just my mother and father, it is how they met. My mother was a ballroom dancer and my father was a Cuban dancer, two completley different styles. Cuban is more like a street type dance, more sexual if you like, whereas ballroom is more formal." He sat down on the grass and looked over towards the lake, watching the waves lap back and forth, "Still, no matter what type of dancing you do, you have got to make sure your body can move as freely as liquid can, or else it will not work"

"Is your father really that bad?" he asked, though he did not want to know the details, personal things were none of Diego's business and so forth decided to keep that way. "Ice Skating is good, have you ever danced on it?"

[Professor Ashton Laurent]

Ash laughed bitterly. "Is my father really that bad? Well, let's look at his personal info shall we? Name: Daniel McLane, Age:40, Hobbies: What were his hobbies again? Oh yeah? Using his teenage son as a punching bag! So yeah, my dad's pretty messed up." He shrugged, "Well yeah, I mean I guess skating could be considered a form of dancing, there's just the added worry of slipping on ice, and falling on your butt, and making a fool out of yourself. But hey, like I always say, life's too short to be cautious. So, if I make a fool out of myself, hey at least I can lagh it off."

[blaine]

Blaine wandered down towards the lake with his usual smile on his face, it was his first week at Hogwarts, and he was dying (not literally of course!) to make some new friends. As the lake came in view, he spotted two boys, one from Ravenclaw, one from Gryffindor, talking. Wonder what they're talking about? he thought to himself. Only one way to find out, go talk to them! Walking up Blaine smiled at them and said, "Hi! I'm Blaine Lightsey. I'm new here. What are you guys talking about?"