Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2014 9:01:39 GMT -8
Dominic Weilds was a boy of few athletic abilities but many artistic talents. Unfortunately, these artistic talents were a secret to nearly everyone in the entire school. Every night when all the students were sleep in their dormitories, he'd come to the fifth floor prefects' bathroom for some privacy. This night would be the same as the others. He'd been working on it for months now, trying to perfect it but had yet to do so.
He walked into the bathroom and looked around, making sure no one was there. "Hello?" he called out in a voice just above a whisper. His voice echoed in the bathroom, but there was no response. With a smile, he closed the door behind him and walked towards a bench. Taking off his school robes, he folded it neatly. Then his shirt and then his pants. Beneath that, he wore a tight black shirt and a slightly tighter fit sweat pants. Dominic walked to the closet on the far wall and reached inside for the radio he hid at the bottom corner. It was an old small one made of wood and shiny brass knobs and a vinyl player that he bought from a wanderer in Hogsmeade his first year and it's home had been the closet ever since.
Setting the radio on the bench, he played the record in low volume. It was a the song to the dance routine he'd been working on. A sound of jazz and a little bit of blues, it had the perfect beat and rhythm.
Dominic stood in place, his body erect and his face towards the ceiling. When the music began, he snapped his fingers, "and a one, two, three..." His legs, arms and entire body moved with the song, each step as coordinated as the last. Dominic was so focused on his routine that he didn't realize that he wasn't alone.