Gryffindor || Pure Blood || Seventh Year || Dialogue Color Code: #9BC4E2
Brooklyn had just finished a dance with one of the Hufflepuff chasers when a boy who introduced himself as Zayden asked her to dance. She turned to him, giving him her attention and a smile as she nodded. She was distracted from the other day, shaking slightly from the experience still, though none of the others who had danced with her had noticed that. She had heard of Zayden once of twice. He was a womanizer.
When he told her she was beautiful, Brooklyn could do nothing but duck her head with her shyness.
"Thank you, but... I don't really have a date," Brooklyn admitted slightly embarrassed. She knew Zayden from watching the quidditch matches. She even wanted to be on the quidditch team, but she wasn't sure she could or should do that. She wasn't sure if he was being honest and was just ignorant about how and who she associated with, or that he was being one of
those guys. She knew he was friends with Kai, and Kai was sweet, so he couldn't be too bad.
She placed her hand lightly in his, letting him lead her before placing her hands on his shoulders, praying a really slow song would't grace them with it's prescence. It wasn't that Zayden wasn't good looking, he was hot. But how could she possibly want to be with someone she didn't know and who probably wouldn't want to deal with her quietness? She hoped he wouldn't just dismiss her like most people did. She liked to pretend that it didn't bother her, but it did.
She smiled up at Zayden, a little shy but not having a hard time giving a small smile to anyone. Her hair tickled her bare shoulders and she felt the occasional wisps of her earrings touching her neck. She realized suddenly how close she was to Zayden and felt her cheeks flush though thanks to her pale face and the way she was, all she received was a slightly pink flush that gave her features more color.
Her thoughts briefly thought of whether or not Zayden could dance. Like dance dance. Like she could. She pushed the thoughts away, he probably wouldn't even want to dance dance at Yule ball. He seemed athletic enough... Outside of Yule ball? For fun? Partner dancing? She didn't think Quentin could do such a thing. Not because he couldn't learn, but because it required a certain grace that without, looked stupid. She pushed the thoughts away. She could dream all she wanted for a dance partner, but knew one wouldn't come along any day. She didn't even realize when she sighed that she had done so, instead trying to pass it off as her taking a deep breath so as not to offend Zayden, she hated that more than wishful thinking that wouldn't happen. Offending people that is.