The Power of Dance
The beats were rhythmic and hypnotising. His shoes hit the wood in a flurry of sound; sometimes slowly and other times faster that perceivable. The entire audience was hypnotised by his feet, and his feet moved only to entertain the audience. The crowd, now formed in circle around Rastrick, cheered him on as they stood at the entrance to the Ministry. There was a natural rock arch above him that Xavier loved to dance under. Xavier watched as each member's eyes widened the faster his feet moved, his heart racing with symmetrical excitement. Although a highly trained wizard, Rastrick lived to dance and always found ways to outdo himself in his performances. This one would not be the one to disappoint.
The audience gasped as he twisted and turned on the stage, sweat gleamed on his brow as he tapped. Everyone was too distracted by the art of the movements that no one noticed the sparks coming off Xavier's feet, creating a small glow around him. Rastrick was moving fast, faster than he had ever danced before. The crowd moved away as suddenly he disappeared, leaving a shimmering wave of light in his wake – almost like a curtain of energy.
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