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Alicia Spinnet (sitandspinnet) wrote in heroing,
@ 2009-05-06 14:26:00

Thread: Alicia Spinnet & Miles Bletchley
Who: Alicia Spinnet and Miles Bletchley
When: Saturday, May 2 - Evening
Where: Ministry of Magic's War Benefit Gala
What: Probably not going to end very well.
Status: In-Progress

She wasn't quite sure how she ended up in the position she was in but here she was in the arms of Miles Bletchley. If things had been different between the two perhaps she would have been enjoying the moment more than she was. But there were far too many things familiar about Miles that brought back uncomfortable and upsetting memories being this close to him. He was still a perfect dancer, which just irritated her even more. Unfortunately, Alicia had never been one to keep her emtions in check. Perhaps her irritation would haven't been so obvious if she hadn't been digging her fingers into the stiff material of his suit as one hand rested on his shoulder; the other resting in his hand. It needn't be mentioned that she was holding it rather tightly that her own hand was hurting.

She stared intently at his shoulder, sometimes a bit past him, refusing to make any sort of direct eye contact with him. She didn't want to look at him, didn't want to even regard him unless she had to. She just knew he had asked her to dance with him to get under her skin; to make her look ridiculous in front of Theodore. She wasn't going to let him, though. She accepted with a forced smile and had sworn the few minutes that had gone by had been hours.

"What do you want, Bletchely." Though it was not a question. It was far from a question as she kept her voice low and whispered furiously closer to his ear. "This isn't going to benefit you in any way, so why are you even bothering?"

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a_milestone
2009-05-09 06:15 pm UTC (link)

"Oh please, Alicia. One might thing you wanted to be anywhere else but right here at the moment. I can't just have a dance?"

Miles didn't even look down to her when he spoke, thought his tone was obviously sarcastic and poking fun at the fact that she seemed less than enjoying the dance with him. Why he asked her? Well he wasn't sure. Of course, it looked good for papers -- him and her. But he didn't don't for that. he never smiled for that. Papers annoyed the hell out of him. But a flashbulb blinded him momentarily and his head ducked down to shield himself.

His voice fell to a whisper. "I think you should just dance. Amuse my friend Theodore for a moment, alright." Miles flew a curt hand toward the man in question, before replacing it on Alicia's back, where it hadn't moved before. "I think he'd prefer it better if we got along, seeing as you've been pulling him away from his work more often than not."

The last bit had come out a little bit more aggressive than Miles had planned. Briefly his own grip tightened, only for him to shake off the flash of red he felt stinging his eyes before glancing to Alicia's own grip on his hand. He wiggled his fingers.

"I'm loosing circulation, my dear. You are not dangling off a cliff. It's just a three step waltz. If I let you go, you won't fall. I promise."

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sitandspinnet
2009-05-10 10:20 pm UTC (link)

"Are you so sure about that?" She questioned him, finally looking up at him from the intense glare she was giving his shoulder. "I haven't heard such great things about you and your promises." She loosened her grip, though, keeping her tense and rigid posture in check, though.

"I can think of ten different places I would much rather be right now, and here is not one of them." She threw him another stern look at the mention of Theodore and pulling him away from his work. It was quickly replaced by a smile, though obviously fake, for the flashing bulb. She wasn't about to deal with rumors of a bitter hatred for yet another Quidditch name. Her rivalry with Megan and Zacharias was bad enough.

"And what Theodore and I do together is really nothing you need to concern yourself with, Miles," she whispered furiously, giving his hand a violent squeeze before easing her grip once more.

A few moments of silence passed between them before she finally spoke again.

"...You look...rather handsome this evening regardless."

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a_milestone
2009-05-11 12:17 am UTC (link)

"Tsk tsk, insulting my integrity. Personal bias to whether I keep my promises or not, is hardly valid in your case. Don't you agree?" Of course, Miles would press her buttons just every so often with past relations that seem to have still, magically, not been revealed to Theodore. Not that it mattered, really. Time would only tell what that information would bring about. For now, Miles settled with whatever this charade he and Alicia had going, was.

"But, if you want me to get technical, the stilettos you seem to be precariously balancing on may result in your inevitable stumble. There is a chance you could fall on the dance floor." He raised and eyebrow, smiling and pulling her even closer than they already were. "But your waltz partner is exceptionally good, so you're in excellent hands."

At that moment, he released Alicia, twirling her out like a ballerina and back into him, swaying back into rhythm, just as close as before. He wasn't looking for a shag; those intentions were far from his mind. "As for Theodore, I find it concerning. I haven't seen my dear friend in quite sometime. Always occupied with work and whatever eccentric woman cards you seem to thrust his way." A soft snort, as if remembering some joke he didn't want to share with her, before he spoke again. Did she really just compliment him?

"You were always one to to be so incredibly uptight," If on cue, he exaggerated a move to loosen the tight posture she was trying to uphold, "Then somehow to still be nice? And here I was hoping you were going to purposely step on my feet all night.."

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sitandspinnet
2009-05-11 12:42 am UTC (link)

Between his incessant twists and twirls, Alicia had little time to throw in her own comments, protests and arguments to his statements. In fact, each time she tried to say anything, he was swaying her to one side, or twisting her around fast enough to make her just the slightest bit dizzy. She was fairly certain, at one point, the room was spinning even as they stood still.

She hated the way he could talk around her in such perfect circles, much like his perfect dance moves. In fact, had she not been lightly clutching his shoulders in her hands, she would have stumbled as he twirtled her back in to him. It was why she hated wearing heels. They always had you feeling off and unbalanced. Much like men. Comfortable when you first put them on and leaving you sore and burning when you finally pry yourself out of them. Most of the time.

"I make no promises." Though she did raise a brow at him, making a face. "Uptight? I'm sure you know all about that, don't you, Miles."

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