&& ten of swords [open]

[Sirenia Mae Levesque]

With this being the third class of the first semester, the dozen of students that attended had a fairly good idea by now as to what they were up against. No doubt, dancing classes overseas would have preferred to cover a lot of Latin dances, though there was only one that Sirenia planned on introducing at a later date, simply for the fun of it.

However, they had started off with a rather simple lesson on the waltz, and with each day, dig a little deeper into the lesson. Frankly, one dance could take up a whole year of lessons, and still, not every move or technique could be covered.

The third class of waltz had come to an end just now, and Sirenia allowed herself a seat as a few students chose to mingle at the door of the vast classroom. Her feet ached only a little, but it wasn't intolerable. With as much dancing as she did on the weekends, it was of no surprise that she basically grew accustomed to it.

Eventually, the room had cleared out on its own, and Sirenia rose to her feet to depart for a break. The next class wouldn't be until the evening, so it gave her plenty of time to grab a snack in the Great Hall, where study hall was currently in session. No doubt, she would be expected to watch over the students with a couple of other members of staff, and as she walked into the massive hall, she found no surprise in the fact that some of the students considered this to be social hour. She partially smiled and shook her head, choosing not to scold anyone. That was the job of Professor Snape, who was no longer a part of the faculty, fortunately.

Sirenia trailed down the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Slytherin tables, her green eyes fixed on various students on occasion, shooting her kind, signature smile.

&& ATTIRE

[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

Face in book, Draco's exhausted form slept casually on one of the benches facing the aisle. He was almost a silent sleeper, but his back rose and fell as he slept deeply on the parchment of his book he should have been studying. His legs were crossed awkwardly under the bench, arms over his head to block out the light in the room that cast down from the large windows. He simply stirred a little at the talking of his too goons, Crabbe and Goyle over his head. Not understanding what they were saying in his depths of sleep, he didn't know they were talking about him, and how they should set his pale unkempt locks ablaze.

So as he started to stir in his sleep by the heat near his forehead, he shifted awkwardly on the bench before lifting his head slowly, carefully and eyeing the bright orange near his eye before pawing at it quickly to put out the flame. The sound of Crabbe and Goyle laughing made him turn, anger burning in his eyes as the crisp now partly missing locks of his hair flew into his face. Without warning, the suddenly awaken form of Draco reached out and punched Goyle square in the jaw. His head spun, surprised that his 'leader' had even struck him, no less like a muggle might. Draco stood and started stalking his way out of the hall, smacking the back of Crabbe's head. He'd left his books, his bags, the only thing not sitting at the table was his wand, but Draco was a little to peeved to care.