Disclaimer:- Only the story and Holly are mine, the rest is JKR's
Dance for Me.
Snape had sneered and snarled his way through Friday afternoon and because of him every house was down at least fifty points. To say that Snape was in a bad mood would be putting it mildly. Hermione had been on the brunt of one of these attacks, all she had done was to dare raise her hand to ask a question, and it was then that Snape had exploded and given her a detention with Hagrid and taken 50 points off of Gryfindor. Her only comfort was that she had earned double those points for scoring 200% on a transfigurations test later the same afternoon.
She had pondered all day the reason for Snape's bad mood; it was when she entered her evening ballet class that she got the answer.
Most of Hogwarts teaching staff were sat at the back of the room watching with fascinated curiosity as the students piled in for Madam Swann' class. Hermione drifted to stand beside Holly,
"Why are all the teachers stood at the back of the class?"
Holly turned to face Hermione her violet eyes shining with amusement,
"Can you believe it; Dumbledores forced the lot of them to take part in the Christmas show." Holly looked over at the teachers and smothered a giggle "I can't wait for this one, I'm gonna be laughing up until Christmas"
Hermione shrugged, it looked like Dumbledore had been at the Sherbet Lemons again. It seemed that every once in a while, he would come up with a completely random insane plan that was designed specifically to irritate the hell out of everyone, Hermiones own personal explanation for freak occurrences like these was that Dumbledore would have a major sugar rush after having one too many sherbet lemons.
Hermione shrugged and began to warm up, stretching this way and that. Every once in a while she would look over at the teachers, more specifically at her potions teacher. Hermione was fascinated by the man, she didn't know why, just that every time she looked at the man she would feel a distant lurch in her heart and this confused her as she didn't know what this was.
She shook her head and feeling suffisantly stretched she sat down and started to pull off her warm up clothes. Stripping down to the light blue leotard, pink tights and shorts that was her dance uniform she sat down and pulled on her Pointe shoes. Stepping up onto her toes, she smiled as the shoes shifted and moulded to her feet. Stepping down she walked over to the barre and waited patiently for the class to start.
Dance for Me.
Snape had sneered and snarled his way through Friday afternoon and because of him every house was down at least fifty points. To say that Snape was in a bad mood would be putting it mildly. Hermione had been on the brunt of one of these attacks, all she had done was to dare raise her hand to ask a question, and it was then that Snape had exploded and given her a detention with Hagrid and taken 50 points off of Gryfindor. Her only comfort was that she had earned double those points for scoring 200% on a transfigurations test later the same afternoon.
She had pondered all day the reason for Snape's bad mood; it was when she entered her evening ballet class that she got the answer.
Most of Hogwarts teaching staff were sat at the back of the room watching with fascinated curiosity as the students piled in for Madam Swann' class. Hermione drifted to stand beside Holly,
"Why are all the teachers stood at the back of the class?"
Holly turned to face Hermione her violet eyes shining with amusement,
"Can you believe it; Dumbledores forced the lot of them to take part in the Christmas show." Holly looked over at the teachers and smothered a giggle "I can't wait for this one, I'm gonna be laughing up until Christmas"
Hermione shrugged, it looked like Dumbledore had been at the Sherbet Lemons again. It seemed that every once in a while, he would come up with a completely random insane plan that was designed specifically to irritate the hell out of everyone, Hermiones own personal explanation for freak occurrences like these was that Dumbledore would have a major sugar rush after having one too many sherbet lemons.
Hermione shrugged and began to warm up, stretching this way and that. Every once in a while she would look over at the teachers, more specifically at her potions teacher. Hermione was fascinated by the man, she didn't know why, just that every time she looked at the man she would feel a distant lurch in her heart and this confused her as she didn't know what this was.
She shook her head and feeling suffisantly stretched she sat down and started to pull off her warm up clothes. Stripping down to the light blue leotard, pink tights and shorts that was her dance uniform she sat down and pulled on her Pointe shoes. Stepping up onto her toes, she smiled as the shoes shifted and moulded to her feet. Stepping down she walked over to the barre and waited patiently for the class to start.