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Last Bloom of the Season
Thanks so much to people who reviewed..... and since I don't have much time, I'll try to catch up on thanking u nice ppl specifically later. Sry.
And I'm sorry if the first chapter was....CRAPPY.... I thought it was too. I guess it was the beginner paragraph since I didn't want to write a whole long thing explaining what happened.
"HONKKKKKKKKK!" Draco shot straight out of bed, grabbed his alarm clock and
cursed. He waved apologetically out the window to the car waiting in the driveway.
Multi-tasking furiously, he got dressed on the way to Emi's room, and while Emi was
getting out of bed he helped her get dressed, packed her bag, shoved a pair of poptarts in
to the toaster. Emi gulped down orange juice while her dad wrapped the pop tarts up and
grabbed their coats. The winter air was biting cold and even Draco shivered as he left the
warmth of the house. "Sorry we took so long." He said to Mrs. Henderson, Emi's friend
Janet's mother. "No problem. Is Emi ready for her ballet/ice skating classes?" Mrs.
Henderson asked, half to the little girl, half to her father. (my note: if you haven't taken
serious lessons you wouldn't know...but usually serious ice-skaters have to go through
ballet also. Graceful movements, that stuff.) Draco watched the red sedan disappear after
a sharp right turn and went inside to enjoy his late Sunday morning.
~* At the ice skating rink rather far away *~
"What do you mean?! We didn't get to even touch the ice last week!!" Janet whined
pouting. "Sorry, but today's lesson is with a new ballet teacher. Give her a try, everyone
else says her classes are fun." The sign in attendant at the private rink explained. After
saying good-bye Mrs. Henderson turned and left while Janet and Emi went with the attendant to the ballet room. "Miss Granger, I have your afternoon class." The young
attendant, Carolie said stepping forward. Twenty-two year old Hermione Granger
turned around gracefully and saw two little girls pouting with long faces glaring angrily
at her. "Thanks Carolie." Hermione said and then the oaken door closed. "Well, my class
list says that one of you is Janet H. and the other is Emilyn M." Hermione read. Taking
one look at Emi's nasty glare gave Hermione an idea on her new class. Sighing softly, the
young woman who was still so much a girl began her class. "Listen girls. I know you
think that this is unfair and totally stupid. And I kinda agree with you. I'm not a ballet
dancer, nor will I ever be. But to be a good ice skater you have to have some skills
in ballet or other types of dance." Janet's expression softened and she shrugged, but
Emi's glare was as steady as ever. "Emi sweetie, do you watch skating competitions on
muggle TV? (remember, this is a wizarding biz) What do they get...graded on?"
Hermione struggled to make the language as simple as possible. Emi raised an eye brow
and replied, "How many jumps they do and how pretty they look when they are skating."
Hermione smiled, "Exactly. You can't make your jumps pretty until you know how to
skate pretty right? So we'll spend two or three weeks in ballet, and then put what we l
learn here in to ice skating. Then we'll create our routines and the Spring Ice
Performance is in exactly two months. But there's also a competition that you two both
qualify for. But we'll start here." As she explained their schedule for the next few months
she pulled out two sets of ballet leotards and stockings. "No tutus. I promise." Hermione
said quickly seeing little storm clouds brewing. They changed and started class. "First
we're going to be creative. I'll play some typical ice skating music and just try to move to
it." Hermione waved her wand and a Children's Mozart piece came on with tinkling bells
and soft woodwinds. Hermione stood back and watched both students sharply. ~Janet is a
bit more physically stronger than Emi. She's doing great imitations of spins and leaps,
but she's not that graceful. Emi seems more delicate and she's not moving at all like
Janet. She's doing her own movements and has more balance and is more nimble.~ The
short piece ended and Hermione could see both girls had opened up to her a bit more.
Hermione spent the next hour teaching them the different ballet positions and then gave a
little speech on standing up straight and holding their backs right, etc, etc. They fooled
around and tried to walk with books balanced on their heads. "Well girls, we have half an
hour left (their lessons are two hours each if you haven't figured). Since you can only
stuff so much in your brain once at a time, we could do something else. Actually two
something elses. One, is that we could sneak in the back of the theater and watch the
higher ballet classes practicing Swan Lake, and watch them doing what you learned
today. Or we could drink some hot cocoa, warm up and skate a bit." Hermione shrugged
letting the two decide. "I want to watch Swan Lake. Ballet is pretty fun." Janet said. "I
wanted to skate but I guess we could do that next time. Could we please watch Swan
Lake rehearsals?" Emi asked sweetly. Hermione nodded and after quickly changing and
packing up their bags with their new ballet outfits, the three tiptoed in to the grand theater
and watched. The rehearsal was especially nice to see since the stage crew were present
and kept trying out different color filter lights. One second Hermione was blue, Emi was
green, and Janet was red. And the next they would switch. Madam Teresa had long ago
detected the three invaders and occasionally when they couldn't stifle the multi-color skin
tone laughs, the proud French woman would shoot daggers to the shadows, not being
quite aware of where they were seated since from the tenth row up everything was draped
in darkness. Twenty minutes later Hermione dragged two reluctant kids out to the front
lobby. Soon Mrs. Henderson came to find two cheerful happy girls chattering about first
position and weather or not it made you look like a duck. Smiling at the young woman,
she was pulled to the door before asking for the new teacher's name. "Sweetie, what's
your teacher's name?" She asked. "Gorger or something." Janet replied. "Mione is her
first name I think." Emi said. "Don't forget to tell your Dad that you have a new teacher
ok? Or else he'll be surprised next lesson." Mrs. Henderson was barely heard over Emi
and Janet's giggles, and over the time of the long ride home, Emi forgot all about telling
her Dad.
OK... I hope you all like it. And since my mom is screaming for me to get off since it's near one o'clock.....I wrote this in a rush. Please review and give any comments or suggestions. Flames are very useful to toast marshmallows but I just had three s'mores so please be civil reviewers!! Thx!!!
Last Bloom of the Season
Thanks so much to people who reviewed..... and since I don't have much time, I'll try to catch up on thanking u nice ppl specifically later. Sry.
And I'm sorry if the first chapter was....CRAPPY.... I thought it was too. I guess it was the beginner paragraph since I didn't want to write a whole long thing explaining what happened.
"HONKKKKKKKKK!" Draco shot straight out of bed, grabbed his alarm clock and
cursed. He waved apologetically out the window to the car waiting in the driveway.
Multi-tasking furiously, he got dressed on the way to Emi's room, and while Emi was
getting out of bed he helped her get dressed, packed her bag, shoved a pair of poptarts in
to the toaster. Emi gulped down orange juice while her dad wrapped the pop tarts up and
grabbed their coats. The winter air was biting cold and even Draco shivered as he left the
warmth of the house. "Sorry we took so long." He said to Mrs. Henderson, Emi's friend
Janet's mother. "No problem. Is Emi ready for her ballet/ice skating classes?" Mrs.
Henderson asked, half to the little girl, half to her father. (my note: if you haven't taken
serious lessons you wouldn't know...but usually serious ice-skaters have to go through
ballet also. Graceful movements, that stuff.) Draco watched the red sedan disappear after
a sharp right turn and went inside to enjoy his late Sunday morning.
~* At the ice skating rink rather far away *~
"What do you mean?! We didn't get to even touch the ice last week!!" Janet whined
pouting. "Sorry, but today's lesson is with a new ballet teacher. Give her a try, everyone
else says her classes are fun." The sign in attendant at the private rink explained. After
saying good-bye Mrs. Henderson turned and left while Janet and Emi went with the attendant to the ballet room. "Miss Granger, I have your afternoon class." The young
attendant, Carolie said stepping forward. Twenty-two year old Hermione Granger
turned around gracefully and saw two little girls pouting with long faces glaring angrily
at her. "Thanks Carolie." Hermione said and then the oaken door closed. "Well, my class
list says that one of you is Janet H. and the other is Emilyn M." Hermione read. Taking
one look at Emi's nasty glare gave Hermione an idea on her new class. Sighing softly, the
young woman who was still so much a girl began her class. "Listen girls. I know you
think that this is unfair and totally stupid. And I kinda agree with you. I'm not a ballet
dancer, nor will I ever be. But to be a good ice skater you have to have some skills
in ballet or other types of dance." Janet's expression softened and she shrugged, but
Emi's glare was as steady as ever. "Emi sweetie, do you watch skating competitions on
muggle TV? (remember, this is a wizarding biz) What do they get...graded on?"
Hermione struggled to make the language as simple as possible. Emi raised an eye brow
and replied, "How many jumps they do and how pretty they look when they are skating."
Hermione smiled, "Exactly. You can't make your jumps pretty until you know how to
skate pretty right? So we'll spend two or three weeks in ballet, and then put what we l
learn here in to ice skating. Then we'll create our routines and the Spring Ice
Performance is in exactly two months. But there's also a competition that you two both
qualify for. But we'll start here." As she explained their schedule for the next few months
she pulled out two sets of ballet leotards and stockings. "No tutus. I promise." Hermione
said quickly seeing little storm clouds brewing. They changed and started class. "First
we're going to be creative. I'll play some typical ice skating music and just try to move to
it." Hermione waved her wand and a Children's Mozart piece came on with tinkling bells
and soft woodwinds. Hermione stood back and watched both students sharply. ~Janet is a
bit more physically stronger than Emi. She's doing great imitations of spins and leaps,
but she's not that graceful. Emi seems more delicate and she's not moving at all like
Janet. She's doing her own movements and has more balance and is more nimble.~ The
short piece ended and Hermione could see both girls had opened up to her a bit more.
Hermione spent the next hour teaching them the different ballet positions and then gave a
little speech on standing up straight and holding their backs right, etc, etc. They fooled
around and tried to walk with books balanced on their heads. "Well girls, we have half an
hour left (their lessons are two hours each if you haven't figured). Since you can only
stuff so much in your brain once at a time, we could do something else. Actually two
something elses. One, is that we could sneak in the back of the theater and watch the
higher ballet classes practicing Swan Lake, and watch them doing what you learned
today. Or we could drink some hot cocoa, warm up and skate a bit." Hermione shrugged
letting the two decide. "I want to watch Swan Lake. Ballet is pretty fun." Janet said. "I
wanted to skate but I guess we could do that next time. Could we please watch Swan
Lake rehearsals?" Emi asked sweetly. Hermione nodded and after quickly changing and
packing up their bags with their new ballet outfits, the three tiptoed in to the grand theater
and watched. The rehearsal was especially nice to see since the stage crew were present
and kept trying out different color filter lights. One second Hermione was blue, Emi was
green, and Janet was red. And the next they would switch. Madam Teresa had long ago
detected the three invaders and occasionally when they couldn't stifle the multi-color skin
tone laughs, the proud French woman would shoot daggers to the shadows, not being
quite aware of where they were seated since from the tenth row up everything was draped
in darkness. Twenty minutes later Hermione dragged two reluctant kids out to the front
lobby. Soon Mrs. Henderson came to find two cheerful happy girls chattering about first
position and weather or not it made you look like a duck. Smiling at the young woman,
she was pulled to the door before asking for the new teacher's name. "Sweetie, what's
your teacher's name?" She asked. "Gorger or something." Janet replied. "Mione is her
first name I think." Emi said. "Don't forget to tell your Dad that you have a new teacher
ok? Or else he'll be surprised next lesson." Mrs. Henderson was barely heard over Emi
and Janet's giggles, and over the time of the long ride home, Emi forgot all about telling
her Dad.
OK... I hope you all like it. And since my mom is screaming for me to get off since it's near one o'clock.....I wrote this in a rush. Please review and give any comments or suggestions. Flames are very useful to toast marshmallows but I just had three s'mores so please be civil reviewers!! Thx!!!
