People never really considered how wonderful walking was until they couldn't do it any more. Apparently Cedric had fallen and cracked his head open. That was fun. At least he didn't remember it. It had meant bed rest, though, on orders issued from a man who looked too damn much like Robbie. But he was a doctor, and he knew what he was talking about, and so Cedric had taken it easy.
Time was up, though, and he was done with being an involuntary invalid, and so he was walking. No particular destination in mind, just the wonderful feeling of being untethered.
Cedric hadn't actually intended to spy on anyone, because that was creepy. It wasn't really spying, though, was it? He'd been walking, Cherry was dancing, and now he was watching. True, he wasn't saying anything, but he also wasn't lurking in the shadows. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. She would see him, if she ever stopped looking at the sky. Not spying, then - just watching a friend enjoy their day. It was a sight he'd sorely missed as of late.
In one fluid motion, Cherry lifted her rounded arm up over her head. She lifted on foot up to the side, her toes pointed in the same direction as her fingertips. One of her mish moshy moves. Slowly, she allowed herself to tilt in the opposite direction and it was only at the very last moment that she crossed her foot in front of the other, landing in a hard plie. It was the sort of abrupt, sexy move that the madam hated. But the madam would just have to live with it
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Cedric chuckled and pushed himself off the wall. It was only polite to head closer now that he'd been spotted. "We had a dance my last year there. It offered proof that most of them were just using good sense when they refrained the rest of the time. Although... I did have an Ancient Runes professor one year who did the highland fling when he got pissed. I saw him at the Three Broomsticks over the weekend."
Cherry giggled at that. "That's the problem with most schools. The professors are all too old. Which makes it very hard for them to relate to the students. It's horrible in Hyrule. Imagine a three hundred year old professor teaching twelve year olds."
No one on the staff was young. Except for Cherry. And Dear William. Which was probably why they were two of the more popular teachers. That, and the fact that Cherry insisted on telling them the truth. Even when it was ugly. Even when it was Ganondorf Dragmire ugly.
"Do you dance, Mister Diggory?" She tucked her hands behind her back and bent forward, taking a few steps backward. Abruptly, she spun around, her arms spiraling around her. Immediately, before reaching equilibrium, she went into a stiff ballet hold, sweeping her leg up into a graceful arabesque.
On a whim, and with time seeming relatively stable, Jemaine had decided to take a stroll outside the city. The day itself was pleasant enough and Bret had busied himself with training Mackenzie, despite Jemaine's exasperated protests that Mackenzie was a cat and not, in fact, capable of opening doors. Plus, he hadn't spent time alone in a while.
He hadn't expected to see Cherry, though.
Pausing, Jemaine comfortably crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Cherry danced barefoot across the fresh grass. It was refreshingly normal in its bizzarity -- normal, that is, between the time shifts and time travel and general non-linearity Rowan exhibited -- and he couldn't help himself from smiling. He also couldn't help but notice how awfully good at is she was. Frustratingly so. He imagined it'd take a miracle for him to co-ordinate himself that effortlessly.
Cherry caught sight of Jemaine fairly quickly, but she continued to dance for awhile without acknowledging him. Maybe she was in a bit of a flirty mood. Or maybe she was starting to recapture some of the old "oomph" she had had back in Hyrule, the kind that frustrated Dear William to no end. Every single day, when she walked down the streets of Hyrule, her curves caught people's attention. It hadn't quite been that way here, in part because no one would notice her next to Cordelia and in part because curves were...well...normal here.
The mood passed shortly and Cherry twirled around, coming to rest with her feet in third position. "It's rude to stare, you know," she teased him, trying to make it obvious that she was teasing him, "unless you intend to join in or propose marriage."
Jemaine flinched and opened his mouth to defend himself.
And then realised she was kidding.
"Oh," he breathed, rubbing at his neck. "Well, um, I can propose if you want. It'd probably be better than any attempt at dancing." She didn't need to know how much of an understatement that was. "You're a really good dancer, Cherry." He offered her a sheepish smile and unconsciously fiddled with a strand of hair behind his ear.
"Thanks." Cherry smiled warmly, a smile that reached all the way to her eyes. "Save the proposal," she told him. "I don't really believe in marriage, anyway."
She pulled her feet into a more comfortable position. The dancing had come to a halt, but she still found herself swaying. Cherry supposed that meant there was still more inside of her, but she would keep it bottled up for a little while, if only to talk. Jemaine had become an object of fascination to her, in light of some of Bret's revelations. And she decided, with determination, that if Bret loved him, Cherry would find something to love in him too.
Not that she had ever found much love for Dear William's perky little blond princess...
"You ever see that?" she mused. "Two people who are so in love that they can't take their eyes off of each other? Who stare at each other when they think no one is watching and you can just...you can tell. Just looking at them, you know."
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Time was up, though, and he was done with being an involuntary invalid, and so he was walking. No particular destination in mind, just the wonderful feeling of being untethered.
Cedric hadn't actually intended to spy on anyone, because that was creepy. It wasn't really spying, though, was it? He'd been walking, Cherry was dancing, and now he was watching. True, he wasn't saying anything, but he also wasn't lurking in the shadows. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned against the wall. She would see him, if she ever stopped looking at the sky. Not spying, then - just watching a friend enjoy their day. It was a sight he'd sorely missed as of late.
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No one on the staff was young. Except for Cherry. And Dear William. Which was probably why they were two of the more popular teachers. That, and the fact that Cherry insisted on telling them the truth. Even when it was ugly. Even when it was Ganondorf Dragmire ugly.
"Do you dance, Mister Diggory?" She tucked her hands behind her back and bent forward, taking a few steps backward. Abruptly, she spun around, her arms spiraling around her. Immediately, before reaching equilibrium, she went into a stiff ballet hold, sweeping her leg up into a graceful arabesque.
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He hadn't expected to see Cherry, though.
Pausing, Jemaine comfortably crossed his arms over his chest and watched as Cherry danced barefoot across the fresh grass. It was refreshingly normal in its bizzarity -- normal, that is, between the time shifts and time travel and general non-linearity Rowan exhibited -- and he couldn't help himself from smiling. He also couldn't help but notice how awfully good at is she was. Frustratingly so. He imagined it'd take a miracle for him to co-ordinate himself that effortlessly.
Still, triviality aside, it looked nice.
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The mood passed shortly and Cherry twirled around, coming to rest with her feet in third position. "It's rude to stare, you know," she teased him, trying to make it obvious that she was teasing him, "unless you intend to join in or propose marriage."
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And then realised she was kidding.
"Oh," he breathed, rubbing at his neck. "Well, um, I can propose if you want. It'd probably be better than any attempt at dancing." She didn't need to know how much of an understatement that was. "You're a really good dancer, Cherry." He offered her a sheepish smile and unconsciously fiddled with a strand of hair behind his ear.
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She pulled her feet into a more comfortable position. The dancing had come to a halt, but she still found herself swaying. Cherry supposed that meant there was still more inside of her, but she would keep it bottled up for a little while, if only to talk. Jemaine had become an object of fascination to her, in light of some of Bret's revelations. And she decided, with determination, that if Bret loved him, Cherry would find something to love in him too.
Not that she had ever found much love for Dear William's perky little blond princess...
"You ever see that?" she mused. "Two people who are so in love that they can't take their eyes off of each other? Who stare at each other when they think no one is watching and you can just...you can tell. Just looking at them, you know."
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