Writing With Dance || ARDEN ||

[ROXANNE NORA WEASLEY]

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The new school year had started and no one had come forward as Cheer Squad captain yet. In Roxy's opinion she figured it should have been Arden. He was a capable leader in her mind and would do well in helping their squad cheer on the Gryffindor team and lead them to victory. He wasn't a seventh year but not all club leaders had to be seventh years, the right sixth or fifth year could do the job and people liked Arden enough, he was a decent guy. The team was also in need of a choreographer, something that wasn't Roxy's strong point but something had to be done and so she figured she'd try and come up with some kind of routine that they could use and everyone could have an input on how to improve it, for Roxy wasn't confident in her abilities to choreograph and so felt there would be a lot of room for improvement.

It was late at night and everyone had gone to bed but Roxy couldn't sleep. She'd tried but just spent all her time tossing and turning, worrying about James and Molly. James had chosen a dangerous career and Roxy could just hear her Aunt Ginny's voice now, yelling at him 'YOU DID WHAT? YOU ARE GROUNDED MISTER. I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE YOUR OWN DECISIONS, YOU ARE NOT BECOMING A HITWIZARD NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM' Roxy smiled a little to herself. If only she could hear Aunty GinGin's voice but no, she was in a coma. Struck down by those awful 'Dark Avengers'. Roxy could understand why James had decided to become a Hitwizard but that didn't stop Roxy from worrying about him. Then there was Molly. It seemed as though neither of her cousins had much sense. Molly had gone into professional Quidditch. She was already being stalked and she thought it was a good idea to place herself in the public's eye? It almost seemed like she was asking for trouble but when asked about it Molly only claimed it was what she was passionate about and she wouldn't let some crazy person keep her from her dreams. Roxy kind of admired that but again, it didn't stop her from worrying.

Still, James and Molly weren't the only ones on Roxy's mind. Lucy was too. She'd not had any troubles but she had been posed as by the creepy stalker and so secretly, Roxy worried about her too, that the creep might come back for her and actually try to get to Molly through Luce. It wasn't a good feeling to be worried about your family, but these thoughts only occurred sometimes and usually after a quiet day when she had little else on her mind, but there was a way to make it all stop, at least for a little while, she needed to keep her mind busy.

So that was why, at almost three in the morning, Roxy could be found in the quiet of the common room. She'd moved all the furniture to the edges of the room and there was a big, clear space. She had a single table and chair nearby with parchment on it and ink with a crimson quill. She had some sort of idea's and wanted to try them out. The common room was the best place for now because the room of requirements was quite a way away and she didn't fancy travelling about the castle in the middle of the night. Truth be told it kind of frightened her a little. So there she was, in the middle of the common room, in her pink pyjama's that clashed with her hair and a loosely drawn dressing gown, getting ready to come up with a routine. The thing was, she was drawing a blank.

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tag: Arden Fiero
wearing: Jammies!
comments: SUPERNATURAL GIFS INCOMING![/justify]

[ARDEN SAMUEL FIERO]

Arden couldn't sleep. Truth be told, he was starving. He had had an enormous dinner, which had left him full for about an hour, but now it was stupid o'clock in the morning, and his stomach was growling hysterically at him. Luckily, he was prepared for such an occasion. Being at the orphanage his whole life had taught him to be smart when it came to looking after himself, and he had stashed some cookies from pudding in his bag, just in case he got hungry later on. A lot of kids had sweets at school, ones they had brought with them, or later on in the year, ones they had purchased at Honeydukes and kept bags full of treats in their dorms. Not Arden. He couldn't afford such luxuries, especially since everything he owned at school was purchased by an actual school fund set up for people like him who had nothing. Hence the cleverness with stashing away things for later when they were available to him.

Rolling out of bed, he unzipped his school bag and poked around in the dark until he found the napkin his cookies were wrapped up in. He had taken six, just in case. He was a big lad, after all. His tatty old pyjamas were soft and silent as he moved through the small room in his bare feet, thinking it wiser to go down to the common room to eat, in case any of his dorm mates woke and decided to have a go at him for eating, or 'stealing food' as he imagined some of them might say. Unfortunately, Arden wasn't the best of friends with everyone in his dorm. Some of them were alright, but a couple had issues with him. He didn't interact much with the opinionated ones, it was best just to avoid them whenever possible. The common room would be empty at this hour anyway, so it was a wiser choice all around.

Padding down the stairs, he stopped at the bottom at the sight before him. Roxy Weasley was alone in her pyjamas, looking wide awake, with half the furniture moved to the sides of the room. Arden's eyes widened as he paused, unsure whether to go back upstairs or not. "Umm...." he glanced about, uncertain. "Am I interrupting something?" Half-asleep, he did indeed look a bit startled and lost, with his napkin of cookies clutched in one hand. He knew Roxy well enough since they were on the cheer squad together, but he didn't know she had such strange habits. But then, who was he to talk, he was down there too! He pointed back up the stairs he had just descended. "I can leave...." His offer to let her be hung in the air, stomach gurgling away embarrassingly in the quiet room.

[ROXANNE NORA WEASLEY]

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That wasn't going to work. Roxy placed her face in her hands, took a deep breath then ran her hands over her head, pushing back her main of hair. She was trying to think of an air stunt, dropping from one broom to another but it was way too dangerous. She needed to find a way to take the danger out of it but still keep it looking cool. She wondered if anyone on the team had ever done gymnastics, more specifically work with the uneven bars. Someone that could go around and around a broom would be good, it would set team out from the other cheer teams and encourage the Gryffindor Team to victory. After all if they could perform little things like that, the Gryffindor team could certainly win their way to the Quidditch cup.

Roxy looked up as she heard the creaking of the stairs and saw Arden. She couldn't imagine how odd this looked. Her in the middle of the common room, all furniture pushed to the edges of the room and she was just there. Looking as though she were doing absolutely nothing. "Arden. Oh. Hey. I." Roxy stopped and looked about the room, shaking her head. "Don't go, I'm just trying to figure out some kind of choreography for the cheer squad seeing as we don't have a choreographer yet." She'd hate for the Slytherin's to do better than them, she'd hate for any team to do better than them really, but the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry was what was pushing her. They should have had a choreographer by now but no one was game and not surprisingly. It was a tough job.

"Pull up a couch. I promise you're not interrupting." She sighed. "In fact I think I'm just going to give up." The clock in the common room chimed three times. "Three AM is not an appropriate time to come up with a cheer routine." She said, talking to herself more so than Arden. "What are you doing up?" She asked, maybe a little bluntly, but it was three AM. She'd heard the other boys mention before that sometimes Arden woke in a sweat or after screaming. They said he had nightmares but she'd also found out that he didn't exactly get on with a couple of the boys in his dorm so it could all quite easily be dragon dung. Still she hoped he hadn't been having nightmares. She hated the bloody things. Then again, the roar his stomach had made and that she'd just ignored, kind of suggested the lad was starving.

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tag: Arden Fiero
wearing: Jammies!
comments: Arden's such a lover![/justify]