dancing with myself, oh oh oh-oh

[drop_dead_fred]

It wasn't often the jukebox chose to torment Fred while he was in the rec room, mostly because when it came to music he was largely un-tormentable. It sometimes played the Weird Sisters, but thankfully seemed to find Celestinia Warbeck as torturous as Fred did, at least judging based on the fact that he hadn't heard her screechy warbling once since

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[wizard_alive]

Nita was following Ponch - she'd cooled off with a swim, and had managed to get herself a Dairine-level sunburn. Her sister, a fair redhead, was far more likely to get all crispy-fried, but she supposed that it was her own fault.

You should have remembered sunscreen. There aren't enough doctors here if you get skin cancer. Cancer. She kicked the mind from her thoughts just as Ponch bounced into the rec room, bouncing with a happy bark.

"Hey! Hey, Ponch-"

She could hear the strains of A-Ha, but largely was ignoring them - she took two steps after her dog, and was nearly clotheslined by George Weasley.

"Hey-" She said it more sharply than she'd meant too, ducking before he actually hit her, her towel in a wet heap on the floor. "Ponch, come. Geo-" She finally looked up, and blinked with wide eyes. "... Hey, Fred."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Bugger, bugger, sorry!" Fred exclaimed, leaning down with a wide-eyed look of chagrin to give the girl a hand up. "I'm a clumsy git, are you alright?" Once on her feet, it was difficult not to notice she was in a bathing suit, and he resolved to keep his eyes firmly on her face. She was looking at him rather expectantly, and he realised she'd called him by name. "Think you've got me at a disadvantage," he admitted, one eye squinted as he scratched his head. "Unless we've met and I don't remember, in which case I'm even more of a clumsy git than I thought."

[wizard_alive]

"I'm fine, I just-" She jumped when Ponch's cold nose pressed against the back of her knee, and she turned, trying to grab his collar. "Ponch, come-" He listened like a box of rocks, and Nita turned back to look at Fred. "George is one of my friends, actually." She pushed her hair - sopping, mostly - out of her face. "We might have met once, but I won't blame you if you don't remember."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Ohhhhh Merlin, right, he's mentioned you-- lovely to make your acquaintance at last," he said, snapping to a rather smart salute and bending immediately to let the dog say hello as well. "Hullo there," he said as the fellow shoved his nose into Fred's hand. " Been swimming, I see-- lake or ocean?" This directed at Nita, as he straightened up again and stuck his hands in his pockets.

[patriotqueen]

Guy was here to get see if he could manage a few books for another School semester, but was blocked by a mad native dance of a sort performed with abandon by what had to be Fred.

He was about to remark on it when the dance took a sudden turn towards him and Fred collied with him. Guy laughed. "I knew you'd fall for me."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Ohbugger," Fred exclaimed as he crashed into someone, starting to laugh as he turned and saw who it was. "Sorry 'bout that," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the jukebox, which had lapsed into silence. "Think I got some kind of dance fever for a second there. Cured now though." He grinned, only the slightest bit pink in the face, which could certainly be chalked up to the exertion of dancing if one chose.

[patriotqueen]

Guy grinned. "I've seen worse dances. I've seen better as well, but I wouldn't call this a fit of illness."

[drop_dead_fred]

"That's only because I didn't actually knock you down," he said, still a little sheepish. "My dancing's been known to cause serious injury from time to time." Scarcely an exaggeration; one of his favorite things about Angelina had been that dancing with her required everyone to give them a two-meter berth for fear of getting knocked out.

[filmstarbeauty]

Blair stopped in the doorway of the rec room, contemplating turning around as soon as she saw what was going on inside it. Clapping her hand over her mouth, she fought back both a smile and a series of giggles at what exactly it was she saw.

"Oh my god," she breathed, half gasping between snickers of laughter. "Are you, did you have a stroke?"

[drop_dead_fred]

"A what?" Fred shouted, cupping his hand to his ear like he couldn't hear her as he danced over to her, grabbing her by the hand and twirling her around. "I couldn't hear you over the music!" he cried, shimmying backward toward the pool table with her hand still caught in his. He didn't know what a stroke was, in any case, or why he'd be having one while dancing. He did know that the song was ridiculous and the thought of making her dance to it was one of the funnier ideas he'd had all day.

[filmstarbeauty]

"A stroke." Blair gestured to her head, not understanding how someone couldn't understand what a stroke was. It was like not knowing what a seizure was with all of the twitching that it involved.

Being tugged along by her hand that he was holding she shuffled along to the tasteless eighties music (which was an oxymoron if there ever was one). "It probably looks like this. It kills you. Next thing you know you'll be dying in my arms or something."

Oh god, she can't believe she just said that.

[drop_dead_fred]

Fred couldn't have wiped the grin off his face if he'd tried. "Hmm," he said, determined not to let go of her hand until she pulled it away, "our hero dies a tragic death by stroke in the arms of the tempestuous heroine, who sheds rivers of tears at his demise-- sounds promising," he teased, lifting her hand and spinning her again.

[heartlikesteel]

Ellen was striding into the rec room, headed to drop off a book on the bookshelf, when the spinning figure in the center of the room caught her attention. She slid the book on the table and turned back to the flailing redhead, slowly folding her arms over her chest.

She opened her mouth to make a comment, but just then a freckled limb came waving a little too close for comfort; she blocked it deftly, ducking out of the way with a shout. "Jesus, Fred!" She barked out a laugh, grinning widely.

[drop_dead_fred]

Fred let out a strangled sound as Ellen's hand connected with his arm; he hadn't even realized she was there. "Sorry," he said hastily, shrugging his shoulders as he stuck his hands in his pockets. "Just uh, got a bit carried off there-- the song, you know sometimes they just get stuck." He pulled out one hand and tapped his temple for emphasis. "What're you up to?" he went on, flopping down onto the nearest armchair and hooking his feet over the arm.

[heartlikesteel]

She nodded, eyebrows raised. "Carried away, that's an understatement." She shook her head, grinning. "And now you're going to be dancing the night away to a song in your head, hmmm?" Typical. "I was hoping to find something to read." She shrugged, grinning. "But I found you instead."

[drop_dead_fred]

"Ah, well, don't let me get in the way of scholarly pursuits," he laughed, letting his shoulders and head flop backwards over the other arm of the chair til he was looking at her almost upside-down. "Finished that Jane Austen you had on the beach then, yeah? What's next?"