Diagon Alley Dance Off /// Belle

[OLIVIER TOPHER PEIRRIN]

Ollie couldn't stand staying in doors, he was way too linked to nature for that. He had to get out into the beautiful sunny day. Summer's heat had already set in. The middle of July is lovely, and he could smell sweet life in the air.

It had been a while since he could dance. He was definitely feeling the urge to do so, but it wasn't like he could put out his moves just anywhere. He found himself in Diagon Alley. He had music in his head, it was the music playing in the plaza. He smiled at the couples dancing about, and kids having a good time chasing after one another. He wanted kids, but not just yet, and he didn't even know if he'd end up with a woman, but that was no matter today. He started to sway back n fourth. He was smiling and put a little hop in the hip that was in his step. He had a grin and was ready to perform a jig. He went to jut his hand out and almost smacked a kid in the face. "Nope... too crowded." He giggled, putting his hand on the kids shoulder, "Whoa, sorry bud." The kid hurried off, laughing.

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[BELLE GENEVIEVE PURCEY]

Belle knew exactly why she was in the Alley on this beautiful and almost too warm July day. She couldn’t go back to the club. Not today. She had spent almost every day so far this summer holiday at the club with or without Adam, her partner. Even on her forced days off she had been at the club dancing Ballet or working on her Gymnastics skills. Belle was going to the Olympics and no force in the world was going to stop her. She had the skills, she had the talent, she had a handsome skating partner whom she looked very well with and knew better than she knew herself. And, she had the dedication. Her first Gymnastics coach had taught her how to fall, she had also taught her how to control her tricks, which was something that she still had to work on when learning a new one, but, the thought popped into her head when she saw the young man nearly hit the small child in the face because of his dancing. “You should learn to control your tricks.” She smirked as she walked past the young man, who was probably about her age, maybe a little older.

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[OLIVIER TOPHER PEIRRIN]

A voice caught him off guard. He hadn't been spoken to directly at all today, and the voice came from a walking by beauty. He stopped as she brushed past him. His eyes fluttered a bit. The summer had been... intense for Ollie's sexual side... to say the least. He had been craving some kind of fun, but today was supposed to be full of seeing parents and kids and not really finding any sort of attraction. An outlet for him to get his mind off the beach bodies that surrounded him in Nice. Sure, he had his fair share of guys and gals this summer, but he knew he wouldn't go too far with any of them. He did meet April, though. She was different. She was... amazing.

Once in Diagon Alley, one of the only places on Earth he thought he could be safe from sexual desire and be away from home, but he was wrong. "Um, yeah. The street is a bit crowded." he laughed, catching up to her. "Maybe. Teach me to control your tits-uh-Tricks." he blushed. Easily, he was in a state of no return. "I- uh tricks. I meant tricks.." He fumbled over words and crossed his arms, with one hand on his mouth trying to hide his flushed face. "Yeah.. Uh.. Tricks..." He looked down from her and then jutted back up, "I'm Ollie."

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[BELLE GENEVIEVE PURCEY]

Belle, while still trying to have a day off, hadn’t been expecting to even talk about dance, but when the same young man whom she had smirked her advice to started walking with her. She rolled her eyes at his speech mistake but then stopped walking, looked at him and raised her eye brow. "You're a dancer without any control?" she had to hold back her chuckles. She had been dancing since she could walk, maybe even before. Of course, she was big on discipline, focus and structure. She had total control. She had worked hard every day of her life to keep that control though. It wasn’t easy, but it was Belle. If she wanted to go to the Olympics, she would have to keep her control, and maybe gain more. She would also have to make sure Adam kept his control. "What sort of dance do you do?" she asked him curiously.

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Ollie was bright red. He couldn't help but notice her beauty, but that was no excuse to be a clumsy horn dog like that. He mentally kicked himself. "Oh, s-sorry.. I just.. have a lot on my mind right now.. I didn't mean to..." he rambled as he actually noticed what she said. Again, he looked like an idiot. "Ahh.. Well.. you know.." His entire family had been dancing for most of their lives. He knew how to keep control, "It's not control of my moves." He said, trying to recover from being so awkward. "It's just har..hard.. to control myself not doing you-them.. er.." he took a deep breath. He was being completely clumsy over his words. His issue was, he always had a brat in his head so he always wants to just bust a move--especially on a day like this one. It was so nice out and all he wanted to do was dance in the street.

What sort of dance was a broad question for him, "Well.. I have a strong base of gymnastics, but I dance a lot of different ballroom forms and I can take on a rave when I want to." He hesitated through that, trying not to make another accidental but crude comment. He was flushed red, "S..sorry for my very male comments.." he said shaking his head. He didn't meant to offend her if he had, which it looked like he didn't. "You dance?"

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Belle had done a few different styles of dance in her life. Here roots were planted in Ballet but the type of skating that she had Adam did strongly resembled ball room and waltz. So, of course, they had to take lessons in both. Their coach knew more about all types of dance than Belle would have ever believed it possible to know. But that was just another edge that they needed in order to be able to compete and be successful at what they did. “It’s fine.” She shrugged. “Slip ups happen.” She insisted with a nod. Though she would agree that all of his comments were very ‘male’ in a sense, she did smile at them, and she was sure that her face had taken on an awkward sort of blush. “You’re a guy, I guess you can sound like one.” She added. “Of course, I dance; I wouldn’t be telling you to control yourself otherwise: that would make me a hypocrite. Ballet mostly. But I skate and do gymnastics professionally.” she smirked.

[OLIVIER TOPHER PEIRRIN]

I've Got More Wit-- A Better Kiss-- A Hotter Touch-- A Better F***

Olie had continually held his rose cheeks at an optimal shade of red. He had slipped over words like that before, sure, he was naturally clumsy. But never had he thought anything of it before. This time, the conversation was stabilized by a mutual blush. Other girls would normally blush, but would walk off leaving him rejected and moving. Which is a strong reason why most times he talked to guys in such a manner. Boys were easy, laughed it off, or even returned even dirtier notions. Even though they were slips, with guys they would always get him pretty far.

As she began talking about dance, he smiled. She was a professional? It wasn't everyday that Olie found someone who could potentially be on his level. "I dance a bit of modern.. I have a ballet and ballroom background myself." he said with a smile. "Years upon years, but gracefulness isn't something I've taken kindly to." he laughed. If he was in an open area, he would look as graceful as anyone in the field of dance, but his urge to dance all the time was strong, so imposing a certain gracefulness in an enclosed area was not common for him. "I too do gymnastics, but Skating? Ice skating?" he asked, curiously. Sure, he had the balance and the experience and sometimes found time to make it to a rink for fun, but he didn't do anything like that for more than sport. He did dance professionally, however. "I've been going to the academy in Nice since I could remember, and I teach kids over the summer." His nerves were beginning to lax out on him.

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[BELLE GENEVIEVE PURCEY]

“I would never have time to teach over the summer.” Belle couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “I’m practicing almost every moment that I’m not in class. I’m not going to get to the Olympics for the next games by spending my time off school teaching kids.” She admitted. She knew she probably sounded rather cold about the topic, but it was the truth. She was finally old enough to qualify. And she was going to try to qualify for both rounds of the Olympics: Winter and Summer. Figure skating in the winter and gymnastics in the summer. “It’s nice that you do, though.” She nodded to him with a smile.

“Yes, figure skating.” She said. It wasn’t exactly a rare thing to get involved in. of course, Belle and Adam didn’t skate at a club or academy. They were way beyond that level. “I haven’t been involved in an academy since I was like… 9.” She admitted with a small smirk; though, she did have a permanent locker and membership at an athletic club in London. She spent her days off of training there and trained herself on her own. She was notorious for never actually taking a day off: she wouldn’t get to the Olympics that way. She had a tendency to brag a little bit. But this was the only thing that Belle had in her life to brag about, she liked to get a little attention because of it.

[OLIVIER TOPHER PEIRRIN]

I've Got More Wit-- A Better Kiss-- A Hotter Touch-- A Better F***

At first, he couldn't help but feel offended, as if she were talking down to him. Now, he knew his moves when performed in the correct setting were flawless, and that before he knew it he would be on a world tour. He was aiming for something streamlining in the music industry such as a Broadway dancer and singer. She set his mind at ease when she said it was good that he did. His face kept his smile, he didn't seem to care to show his discomfort in the conversation, "Yeah.. I enjoy it, and it's only an hour--three days a week. The rest of the time, I'm dancing and practicing with my coaches. I can't wait to get on with it, graduation is only a year and a few months away, and after that I'm off to audition for World of Dance, or Broadway.." he had never actually spoke about what he wanted to do after school. Of course, he felt challenged, and he wasn't just going to let he win. "I guess... I never actually thought about the Olympics. My gymnastics skills are.. mere perfect." with a little bit of intensive training, he knew he could make it. And he hadn't ever thought about it.

It wasn't like he didn't focus on training or anything. Most of his fifth year he spent sneaking off to the towers or Myrtle's Bathroom to dance as much as possible. She seemed to know her stuff, but it wasn't like they couldn't learn from each other. If there is anything Olivier learned from growing up in Nice and basically at the academy, it was that you are never the most knowledgeable performer. There is always someone who is better than you in one way or another, even if the overall skill is better. Even though the Olympics were never in his head, he was certainly thinking about it now, "So.. The Olympics, hm??" he said intriguingly. He certainly was, and now his head was wracking his head.

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[BELLE GENEVIEVE PURCEY]

Belle couldn’t help but smile a little while they spoke. He was decently cute and he had similar interests to her, he had all the makings of someone whom she could let herself be friends with. “If you take it as seriously as you say that you do, I’d imagine that you are quite the fine dancer. Maybe you could even give my Adam a run for his money.” Belle smirked, she knew Adam had been practicing dance since he was young, even before he had started dancing and skating with her and while Adam had patients and practice and focus and discipline, but she honestly didn’t know this young man’s true practice schedule. Maybe he was serious. She doubted that he was as focused as she was, but she admired it none the less. “I haven’t been yet.” She admitted when he brought up the Olympics. “I’m only finally old enough to qualify so Adam and I are qualifying for the next Olympics.” She nodded.