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Terence Higgs (terence_higgs) wrote in tinworth,
@ 2009-11-16 22:06:00

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!complete, character: terence higgs, character: tracey davis, date: november 2003, place: m: port isaac

Characters: Tracey Davis, Terence Higgs, various aspiring young ballerinas and (later) pub-going Muggles
Locale: Tip Tap Toe Dance Academy to the Golden Lion pub
Date: November 17, 2003
Warnings? None
Complete

Terence's parents' house had a brass-trimmed mail slot in the front door that was rarely used. This evening, however, when Terence arrived home from work it was to find the white rectangle of an envelope on the floor just inside the door. He picked it up and stared at the Muggle postage stamp, bemused. He was about to banish the thing with a flick of his wand when the image of Tracey Davis flitted into his mind, obligingly clad in a tutu. The letter was addressed to the Tip Tap Toe Dance Academy. Perhaps he should be a good neighbor and deliver the misdirected mail.

Less than half an hour later Terence was following the sounds of piping children's voices down a hallway and into a studio. With a wicked grin he discarded his cloak in a heap on the floor and took his place at the end of a line of little girls in black leotards and pink tights. Terence turned out his toes in imitation of the little ballerinas, putting a finger to his lips in a plea for silence when one of the moppets turned to look at him curiously.

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disadorable
2009-11-17 04:24 am UTC (link)

"Petit battement, battement frappé, battement développé," Tracey intoned slowly, eyes half closed as she demonstrated the gestures slowly with her back to the girls, the whole of the class facing the mirrored wall and mimicking her movements.

She had not always hated ballet, only once she'd realized it was the only thing the average parent of a four to twelve year old girl wanted their child to learn. Modern dance was utterly lost on Muggles, and they'd invented it.

"Grand battement," Tracey continued, extending in a bit of a showy position, rooted to the dance floor with one foot while the other arched parallel.

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terence_higgs
2009-11-17 11:10 pm UTC (link)

The French rolling so trippingly off Davis' tongue was unintelligible to Terence but the movements were easy enough, at least at first. He followed along dutifully, managing to keep his mirth confined to a smirk.

Then Davis executed a grand-whatsis and Terence's eyebrows arched upward in disbelief. He'd always been athletic and considered himself reasonably flexible, but there was nothing reasonable about the pose she'd adopted so effortlessly! A surreptitious glance along the row at his diminutive classmates revealed varying degrees of success in imitation... his being the worst by a good margin.

His smirk turned into a scowl. Even the chubby girl was lifting her leg higher than he--it simply would not do. Ignoring both feminine giggles and the nagging suspicion that a groin injury was in his very near future, Terence hoisted his leg a few inches higher.

Just how long did Davis expect them to hold this insane pose, anyway?

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disadorable
2009-11-17 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Tracey relaxed, adopting a centered pose that was more for the sake of drilling the girls than it was, she felt, entirely necessary. Eyes traveling down the row as they, too, returned both feet to the floor at the barre, Tracey nodded approvingly until she followed their giggling attentions to the last dark figure in her line of students.

"Grande jeté in pairs. Now."

As the girls scrambled to oblige, still ogling and whispering over Terence, Tracey stalked over to the intruder, her expression one of wary amusement.

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	terence_higgs 2009-11-17 11:42 pm UTC (link)
	He watched the little ballerinas scamper to do Davis' bidding with an indulgent smile. Muggles were rather cute when they were small. Terence waited until she'd reached him to execute a shallow bow. "Miss Davis. Always a pleasure." It was impossible to keep his expression serious. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

disadorable
2009-11-17 11:49 pm UTC (link)

"What are you doing here?" Tracey asked, too incredulous even to settle on which word she should emphasize most.

She was pleased to see him whatever the reason. Men who were not fathers or very small boys suffering the torturous dreams of their mothers rarely set foot in the school.

It was a good thing there were no wizarding children in this particular class. She could've had a crier to contend with.

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terence_higgs
2009-11-17 11:56 pm UTC (link)

"What am I doing here? Why? Can't a man express an interest in the ballet?" Terence rolled his eyes.

"You'll be questioning my sexuality next," he accused, lowering his voice to avoid titillating any prepubescent ears. Relenting, he presented the Muggle envelope to Davis with a little flourish.

"This was delivered 'round my place by mistake. Incompetent Muggle post."

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disadorable
2009-11-18 12:01 am UTC (link)

Tracey took the letter with somewhat less ceremony than Terence had offered it.

"And here I thought perhaps you wanted to have another look at my legs," she mused dryly, reading the unfamiliar script and assuming the letter was for the dance academy's mistress, and not her junior teacher.

"At least the Muggle post arrives without bits of shit in it," Tracey continued, her voice soft on the word 'Muggle' but making no pretense for swearing.

The girls leapt on, no doubt used to their coarse teacher.

	terence_higgs 2009-12-02 01:25 am UTC (link)
	"The House Quidditch team might have indulged in illicit drink on rare occasions," Terence said, managing to keep a straight face, though his eyes betrayed his amusement. "'Wretched Bletched' always managed to smuggle in whatever contraband one might want, the only problem being most of us couldn't afford his prices." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	terence_higgs 2009-12-02 02:55 am UTC (link)
	Her remark startled a snort of laughter out of Terence. He grabbed his drink and tossed it back. The burn was rather enjoyable, the second time around, he decided. "Of course." Terence rolled his eyes, but his tone matched hers for teasing. "It was never about the sport at all, just an excuse for rampant buggery." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)