{Dance|`Next thing you know, she hit the flo/}

[Sarah Whistler]

((Well since I'm using Alyson Stoner I had to make Sarah do some dancing^_^))

The afternoon had come and classes were over. Homework had been loaded on, but this twelve year old procrastinator hadn't even opened a single book. Dressed in a pair of sweats and a ribbed tank top, Sarah walked down the empty classroom corridor and turned into an unoccupied room.

Carefully and quietly, Sarah moved all the desks and chairs to the side and smiled happily. Perfect! She thought as she glanced around the room at all the open space. Striding across the classroom, Sarah shut the door and grabbed a CD from the bag she'd brought with her.

Placing the CD in the CD player that just so happened to be in the classroom, Sarah turned it on and flipped through the tracks until she reached the track she wished to hear. Pressing the play button, the music started to flow through the speakers and fill the room. The song playing wasn't something she'd usually listen to, but it was a good dance song. The song was Low by Flo Rida.

Walking to the center of the room and moving to the music as she did so, Sarah broke into her hip hop routine. She was pretty good with hip hop dancing. Other types of dance, not so much.

"She hit the floor, next thing you know, shawty got low low low..." Sarah sang as she danced, going all the way to the floor just as the lyrics said. God she loved dancing to that song.

[Cieran Malakar]

He wasn't really looking for someone to 'play' with. More or less he was wandering the halls when a certain thrumming coming from no less than a rap song reached his ears. As soon as it had, his eyes had narrowed slightly in silent 'what the fuck'-like questioning. I mean seriously, Cieran Malakar was no fan of ... rap music. He could tolerate it, yes, but a fan of it? That was like asking the boy if he had had a secret dream of being sorted into Hufflepuff as a child.

What's that? Exactly. Rediculous.

But, nonetheless, the random off-the-wall music had sparked the Slytherin's interests, and he made his way toward the door that seemed to house the racket. Hands tucked casually in the pockets of his factory-worn jeans, the dark maroon button-up shirt-clad boy paused on the other side of the classroom door, sure that this was where the sounds were coming from. Pulling one hand from a pocket, Cieran grasped the doorknob, turning it and opening the door just a crack at first.

While screams of shock were rather hilarious, things being thrown at one were not. Haha. Anyway, after no one seemed to notice his actions, he opened the door to its entirety, tilting his head to one side as he took in the site before him. He chuckled softly to himself as he watched the young girl dance along to the song. She was good, he had to admit, but it was still rather amusing to Cieran.

After the song ended--he had stood there virtually unnoticed--he moved to clap slowly, almost tauntingly. One of his trademark smirks pointed out that he'd seen basically the whole thing--or atleast all that mattered. He offered no verbal comment, instead leaning against the door frame and waiting for a reaction. These types of things were what Cieran basically got off on. His mind was ready and raring to catch everything the girl felt, whether expressed out loud or kept to herself.

[[ this started off good ... but then I went all -points to phone and hale- ]]

[Sarah Whistler]

Smiling as the song ended, Sarah lifted herself from the position on the floor where she'd finished, and walked to where the CD player was. Pressing the stop button, she spun around and faced the door when she heard clapping. Standing right in the doorway was Cieran Malakar.

Crossing her arms and striding forward, Sarah arched an eyebrow. "And you're here because...?" She asked. Though she was only twelve, Sarah knew how to handle herself. Especially around people her brothers age. "Last time I checked, that door was closed and doesn't a closed door mean knock before entering or in some cases, do not enter." Sarah told Cieran

Carefully watching Cieran, Sarah knew his mind was working on how to taunt her or something of the sort. That's just how Cieran was, or at least that's what his reputation said he was. Always finding ways to pick on the younger students.

[Cieran Malakar]

Cieran shrugged, nothing but pure calm showing on his features, as Sarah attempted to assault him with accusing statements; his smirk still rested on his lips. "I would have knocked, but judging the volume of your music, I seriously doubt you would have heard me." Ceiran tilted his head just slightly after pointing out ... well, the truth, actually. Hell, for all he knew, he would have been there knocking for days--and, really, that was definatly not Cieran's style.

"That being said, I should be the one asking you about your location." He grinned, just a hint of malice in his facial expression. "I mean, really. Shouldn't a young girl like you be off in class ... or studying, for that matter?" He feigned being shocked that Sarah wasn't off in the library, where most students were at this time of year--especially the younger ones.

Without warning, Cieran chuckled softly, shaking his head in pure amusement. The determination he'd picked up from this girl was most definately something he barely ever experienced from a lower year. Normally they ran at his presence. Of course, the tough-ness Sarah was portraying was all the more wanted; just walking in a room to scare someone was never fun.

When it came to who the Malakar boy 'picked on,' he was most definatly not just limited to younger students. No, Cieran would 'play' with anyone he felt like, really. Seventh years, Hogsmeade shop-keepers, the Miinister that one time. Hell, he'd even dumbfounded quite the handful of professors in his past. Then again, that was just how he was. Cieran was a manipulator, one of those people who were in charge of everything, yet never lifted a finger. Yeah, that was him.

[Sarah Whistler]

Sarah rolled her eyes. Yeah, she wouldn't have heard him, but so what. Knocking is a common courtesy. It's like when you hear nothing coming from a room with a closed door. You should still knock because though you can't hear anything, someone could still be in there." Sarah told Cieran.

"Okay one, classes are over, and two, I have all night to study." Sarah said, lifting a finger for each of the things she listed off. She was being somewhat of a smart ass, but to survive in this world sometimes you have to be.

Watching and waiting for Cieran's next response Sarah thought, I think it best if I don't say anything to Justin about this little meeting. Tapping the tips of her fingers on her arm, Sarah waited, and waited.

When it came to who the Malakar boy 'picked on,' he was most definatly not just limited to younger students. No, Cieran would 'play' with anyone he felt like, really. Seventh years, Hogsmeade shop-keepers, the Miinister that one time. Hell, he'd even dumbfounded quite the handful of professors in his past. Then again, that was just how he was. Cieran was a manipulator, one of those people who were in charge of everything, yet never lifted a finger. Yeah, that was him.

[Cieran Malakar]

"And how do you know I didn't try knocking in the first place?" Cieran answered without hesitating. It was as if he knew she was going to ask the question, or it at least seemed that way. Now, whether he'd answered so quickly because he was used to doing so, he'd actually heard her rant inside of her head, or he was good at guessing what someone would say next was another matter all together.

"Oh, so no one told you of the surprise test in Charms, did they?" He shrugged ever so slightly, showing that he wasn't about to go into detail of the subject. Of course, Gwyneth was surely one to give surprise tests, and ones that counted for a good chunk of students' semester grade as well. Thus, his simple statement wasn't unbelievable; hell those tests could be killer, too. Of course, that didn't mean there was one ... but it didn't mean there wasn't, either.

He cleared his throat, pushing from the door frame and walking briskly past Sarah into the room. Clearly, nothing stopped the boy from prying as he lifted her CD case into his hands, gazing at it with an amused expression before setting it back down.

[Sarah Whistler]

Sarah just rolled her eyes. Cieran was just being difficult and waisting her time. Why did she even take the time to deal with him. She could've just ignored him altogether, but no. Sarah had to go and ask why he was there in the empty classroom.

Hearing of the surprise test Cieran spoke of, Sarah feigned shock. "Oh my goodness, there's a surprise test in charms?" She said in a goody goody voice, but then immediately after went back to her normal voice. "A surprise test in charms doesn't matter to me." She said. The surprise tests in charms did matter to her, but not right now. She knew that there was no such test and if there was then it would be a surprise like it's intended to be.

"Do you mind? That's mine. Didn't your mother ever teach not to touch things without permission?" Sarah said, not really looking for an answer as she followed Cieran to where her CD case sat. Snatching up the case once he put it down, she stuffed it into her bag and zipped it up.

[Cieran Malakar]

Oh, Cieran was an excellent time-waster. He smirked as he felt the waves of annoyance coming from the younger girl's mind. "Exactly, you hate me, don't you?.." he thought to himself, the words directed to the girl but kept inside that strange mind of his.

"Really? Such a pitty, a Ravenclaw caring nothing for a test." He pouted almost mockingly, before his face went back to that unnatural calm it always wore. "Perhaps the sorting hat made a mistake, hm?" He spoke as if a mistake was common in the ratty old thing. Which, clearly he didn't know for sure, but suspected at times.

His eyes followed her hand as she grabbed the CD case from in front of him, raising an eyebrow as if asking what her problem was. He shrugged in response to her questions before fiddling with the stereo, pulling her CD from it's depths. "Didn't your mother teach you not to leave things laying?" he asked, smirking as he held the disk out to her, fingers pressed to it's edges to balance it without damaging it with fingerprints.

[Sarah Whistler]

Ignoring Cieran's statements of her being a Ravenclaw and not caring about a test, Sarah skipped to his other comment about the sorting hat making a mistake. "Oh really, a mistake huh? Well then, what house should I be in? Hm?" Sarah asked with the same nonchalant air Cieran seemed to have.

"Give me that." Sarah said, just about ready to smack that smirk right off his face. He'd brought up her past, the one thing she was trying to forget. The beatings from her father, her mother going into depression once her father died. All of it, she just wanted to forget it. Justin was her family, he had been since the beginning of the beatings.

Taking the CD carefully from Cieran, Sarah knelt down to put it into her bag as well. Justin had indeed taught her not to leave things lying around, but as far as she knew, if you were using it then it wasn't being left lying about.

[Cieran Malakar]

Cieran shrugged as she asked which house she should be in. "Gryffindor, I would say," he pointed out, his voice honest and not teasing for once. "After all, you do have quite a mouth on you." The sneer and comment came out of virtually nowhere; ahh, Cieran. He was more or less referring to the boldness she had about her, shaping it to do his bidding like he would.

"I was, if you hadn't noticed," he answered without hesitation yet again. What? He had been holding the disk out to her. He raised an eyebrow as the girl seemed to grow even more ticked off--and quite suddenly, too. Wow, talk about tempermental, eh? Of course, her sudden spike in annoyance only added to the reasons why Cieran thought the sorting hat had made a mistake.

Of course, he'd only brought that whole thing up to pick at her. Now? She was just confirming it in his eyes.

[Sarah Whistler]

Interesting, if she remembered correctly, the sorting hat had told her something about Hufflepuff, but now Gryffindor. Shrugging slightly as Cieran told her she had quite a mouth, Sarah decided to take it as a compliment. If she had to deal with him, she needed to be able stand up to him and give him a taste of his own medicine.

Not saying anything in answer to Cieran's comment, Sarah cleared her mind of the memories from the past and regained her calmness. "So why are you here?" She asked. If she remembered correctly, he never mentioned why he was there. He only said that she should probably be studying.

(eck, short sorry)

[Cieran Malakar]

"Well.." Cieran began, shoving his hands into his front jean pockets and moving to lean against a wall. "I was walking down the hall when some annoyingly loud music caught my interest." he smirked in Sarah's direction; the truth could hurt, right?

"Of course, being a prefect and all, I had to make sure that some off-the-wall student wasn't trashing a poor professor's classroom." He shrugged, finishing his story after a sentence that would have only marked the middle of someone else's. He could go on, indeed, but Cieran was mysterious at heart, bringing him to his abrubt conclusion.

[Sarah Whistler]

"It wasn't annoyingly loud!" Sarah said. She hadn't really had it that loud anyways. If she had been at home she would've had at least 10 times louder. That is, if Justin didn't force her to turn it down. "If my music was loud, then what would quiet be?"

"Well, now that you know that I'm not some off the wall student destroying a professor's classroom then I guess you can leave me be and go and bother someone else." Sarah said. She really didn't like this guy, this arrogant snobby person who liked to speak in riddles. Unless he just never learned how to make complete sentences. There's a possibility.

[Cieran Malakar]

Cieran raised an eyebrow as Sarah claimed her music wasn’t annoyingly loud. “It was annoying and it was loud enough for me to hear it in the halls,” he pointed out, raising his chin slightly. What? It was the truth. “Quiet would be being able to hear as one approached the door,” Cieran informed, effortlessly referring back to how he’d had to make noise to be noticed.

Cieran grinned down at the younger girl. “Ah, but you are an off-the-wall student, are you not?” Sarah was, indeed, an off-the-wall student … to Cieran. He’d never spoken to her before, remember. And he could make complete sentences … riddles were just Cieran’s … genre.

[Sarah Whistler]

"It's not annoying, 'Low' is a good song!" Sarah said. "And, besides, even if it was loud, which it wasn't, it was because I didn't want to be disturbed." Sarah told him and then listened to his explanation as to what quiet was. "That's basically silent. Quiet is being able to hear yourself sing and loud is when you can no longer hear yourself sing." She said. These were the standards that Sarah liked to live by.

"I wouldn't call myself an off-the-wall student. I might be a little out there, but I'm not off-the-wall." Sarah explained. Other people would call her an off-the-wall student, but she wouldn't. There had to be someone who was worse than her, there just had to be!