Post by Ryder Smith on Dec 2, 2011 10:44:13 GMT -5
Ive been waiting all these years to dance again.
It was midday and yet the weather wasn't hot. Well, for Ryder, the weather was never as hot as he preferred. Being a Cali kid, he grew up with the sun and surf. Not so much with the surf since he lived more inland but that's not the point. He'd love to learn how to surf though, it sounds plenty of fun. Maybe as much fun as dancing.
He stared at the cloudy sky with a grin. Despite the weather being too cold for his liking (what else should he expect in Scotland?), he was quite content with it. The sun wasn't too bright despite being midday since the clouds were covering it. And the clouds weren't dark and looming, meaning that it wouldn't rain soon. He didn't like the rain since it forced him to stay inside. And it was colder when it rained and he absolutely hated the cold. He pulled his jacket closer to his body at the thought. But it wasn't gonna rain so he was going to spend the rest of the day outside, soaking up what little rays can pass through the clouds.
He started to bob his head while walking towards the lake, listening to a tune in his head. He put his hands into the pockets of his jeans before they start moving around by themselves. He couldn't help it if he had a tendency to be dance-y (if that was a word, he thought with a grimace) if he was alone. Not many knew of his hobby of dancing and he's not very vocal of it. Wizards looked down on his favorite style of dancing since they were so old-fashioned and liked ballroom dancing and such. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but he preferred doing hip-hop and wizards can't obviously do that while wearing their robes. His nose scrunched at the thoughts of wearing those dreaded robes.
He was near the edge of the lake when he started bouncing to the rhythm in his head. He blamed his friends back in LA for his horrible habit that he's been trying to curb for years since it was a bit annoying and a lot weird when people see him do it. Most of his friends were part of a dance crew; they taught him everything he knew and more about dancing and everything else in life. They were really tight, close, like a can of sardines. He was about to join their dance crew before he moved to London but his wizarding heritage got in the way. He frowned at the thought as he walked around the lake.
Being a wizard is awesome. It makes him feel as if he's closer to his mom and magic is horribly convinient. But he felt more detached to his father because of it. And he had to leave his childhood friends, too. His head stopped bobbing but his feet were shuffling while he walked. He didn't mind getting his shoes and jeans muddy, there's always magic and house elves for that so he continued walking, more like shuffling, and reliving his childhood.
He stared at the cloudy sky with a grin. Despite the weather being too cold for his liking (what else should he expect in Scotland?), he was quite content with it. The sun wasn't too bright despite being midday since the clouds were covering it. And the clouds weren't dark and looming, meaning that it wouldn't rain soon. He didn't like the rain since it forced him to stay inside. And it was colder when it rained and he absolutely hated the cold. He pulled his jacket closer to his body at the thought. But it wasn't gonna rain so he was going to spend the rest of the day outside, soaking up what little rays can pass through the clouds.
He started to bob his head while walking towards the lake, listening to a tune in his head. He put his hands into the pockets of his jeans before they start moving around by themselves. He couldn't help it if he had a tendency to be dance-y (if that was a word, he thought with a grimace) if he was alone. Not many knew of his hobby of dancing and he's not very vocal of it. Wizards looked down on his favorite style of dancing since they were so old-fashioned and liked ballroom dancing and such. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but he preferred doing hip-hop and wizards can't obviously do that while wearing their robes. His nose scrunched at the thoughts of wearing those dreaded robes.
He was near the edge of the lake when he started bouncing to the rhythm in his head. He blamed his friends back in LA for his horrible habit that he's been trying to curb for years since it was a bit annoying and a lot weird when people see him do it. Most of his friends were part of a dance crew; they taught him everything he knew and more about dancing and everything else in life. They were really tight, close, like a can of sardines. He was about to join their dance crew before he moved to London but his wizarding heritage got in the way. He frowned at the thought as he walked around the lake.
Being a wizard is awesome. It makes him feel as if he's closer to his mom and magic is horribly convinient. But he felt more detached to his father because of it. And he had to leave his childhood friends, too. His head stopped bobbing but his feet were shuffling while he walked. He didn't mind getting his shoes and jeans muddy, there's always magic and house elves for that so he continued walking, more like shuffling, and reliving his childhood.
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