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objection//i'm tired of this triangle

Nov 24, 2010 21:37

WHO: Madison, Sam, Castiel. Main thread close, but feel free to start a spectator thread :'D
LOCATION: The Great Hall
WEEK: 71
TIME: Breakfast on Tuesday
WHAT: A THREEWAY! Dance number, that is.
RATING: Uh. PG-13.

( got dizzy dancing tango )

madison jones, sam winchester, james 'castiel' novak

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protectthem November 24 2010, 09:14:52 UTC

Sam's foot was also tapping, a strange rhythm to a song he didn't remember ever listening to. He wasn't very hungry this morning, but his fork was in his hand anyway, tapping against his plate to the same, unique rhythm ( ... )

hasthebesttaste November 24 2010, 09:27:00 UTC

[they are doing this dance and yes she will be wearing that dress :'D]

She had the next bite halfway to her mouth when a sudden slam of hands against the table jerked her attention to a few seats down where...Sam Winchester was making a spectacle of himself.

Madison watched, eyebrows slowly creeping further up her forehead in incredulity, a wide smile breaking out across her face as he approached, not bothering to hide her small laugh as he stopped in front of her. The music in her head swelled and it was only after she'd stood up just as dramatically, one hand splayed in the air as the other drew slowly from her wrist down her suddenly bare arm to her shoulder.

"And here I thought things couldn't get worse than trolls," was all she said, shaking her head even as her body body without her permission, taking a few steps back from him. Taunting. "Where did this dress come from?"

protectthem November 28 2010, 10:46:45 UTC

He had no idea where her dress came from, but his eyes drop appreciatively over her curves before he can help it. Sam also seems to have no idea where his sleek new vest and shirt outfit came from, his heavy school robes vanishing into mist.

Her bare shoulders were a wonderful thing to watch as she moved, the dining room candle light gleaming across her tanned skin.

"This is definitely a spell," He observed dryly, and-- he leapt up onto the table. Onto. The table. Ignoring the plates half-piled with breakfast, he reached down and lifted Madison up with him, frowning at her in consternation.

"Okay. I can't stop." Not that he was particularly trying, but he was growing concerned that he could not seem to help himself from drawing her closer and pulling her into a smooth dance. A tango? He had no idea what this was. "Can you stop?"

hasthebesttaste November 28 2010, 11:01:33 UTC

Maddie didn't bother to hide an amused smirk that clearly stated she knew what he was doing, noting the way his eyes dropped, taking her in. Okay, so this was probably going to be the most mortifying experience of her time at Hogwarts so far, but if it got Sam Winchester looking at her like that, she wasn't sure she minded. Considering that she'd been getting mostly haunted expression of guilt from him since they'd run into each other, this was definitely an improvement.

"Really," she replied, tone just as dry before he leapt up onto the table and that was really too much. She started to laugh, only to cut herself off with a sound of surprise as his large hands closed around her waist, lifting her up onto the table with him. "Oh, no. It's not going to--"

And then her feet started moving on their own, and she was too busy focussing on not focussing on how close Sam was, and what they'd been doing the last time they were this close. "I can't stop," she admitted, throwing a hasty apology to the professor whose orange juice she'd just ( ... )

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