One stared with dancing and one stoped.
One started again in difficult times.
One stopped again when going to a new school.
One's started once again, learning to live her own life...

Ballet was my first love, and it will be my last, as it seems to be now. Yes, back to ballet and loving every second!

The man held out his hand to a woman. She took it and he accompanied her to the middle of the Great hall. Music started to play and the man placed his hand on her waist. He smiled inviting and the woman smiled back at him. Their hands met as they started to dance.

The woman smiled, noticing his ring shining in the magical lights surrounding them.
The man smiled, noticing her ring shining as well. 
Blue eyes met as they danced upon the melodie of love.

As the night came to an end, they left the party, knowing they wouldn't be missed. Outside, they sat down near the lake, watching the millions of stars in the sky.
'I love you Minette, more than there are stars in the universe.' "And I love you Albus, more than anything. More than life itself.'

That starry night, love could be found sleeping underneath an old willow tree, in each others arms sharing an everlasting dream...

This will be the week. I will give feedback and try to be kind. But she has crossed the line to many times now...

I know you
I danced with you
once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes
so familliar with me


*no secrets-once upon a dream*

He was cursed. As cold as ice. His heart frozen like the world outside was freezing. The castle had been taken as his new “home”. Students and teachers were hold captive in order to serve him. Some were loyal. Those are the ones that had lured him into that trap.
Others are planning his fall.

‘One of us must win his trust.’ “But who?” ‘Everyone freezes around him!’ “He’s to cold!”
‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!’ The Ice king stood in the open doorway. They froze.
“Offering you a Queen, Milord…” The professors turned around. There stood the librarian of Hogwarts, Minette Morningstar. She looked as white as snow and wore a dress in an icy blue color. The Ice King smiled. ‘Quite right. Every King needs his Queen.. You shall be mine.’
He closed the door and was gone. The professors stared at the young woman in shock. ‘Have you gone out of you mi-‘ “Fantastic!” They stared at the current Headmaster, Armando Dippet. His grey eyes were focused on the librarian. “I think it’s fantastic. You will gain his trust and than you shall release him from his curse.. “ He gave her one of his rings. “Be careful. It contains a very strong poison.” She nodded and left.

‘Where is my queen?’
She bowed her head. “I am here, Milord..”
‘Good.’ He looked at his new Queen. She was white as snow, with lips red as an ruby. Her dress tight and her hair in a bun. Like him, she didn’t smile. She just obeyed. He loved it.
It stayed like that for one whole week.

Walking through the castle, he heard sining. Strange.. he thought to himself. Curious, he decided to check up on it.

Through the keyhole, he saw her. His queen. Only- she wasn’t as white as snow. She had a normal flesh color. Her ruby red lips were fare more softer and not nearly as red. And she smiled as she sang along with an old muggle-radio.

He felt something inside.. It made him curious. What was this familiar, but lost feeling?

Minette sank down on her knees. She sat at the balcony, bare feet, cold stones. She let her tears flood freely, trying to concentrate on her feelings instead.
'Pain.' She whispered to the wind.
'Sorrow.'
'Regret.'
The wind blew around her. Surrounded her.
She saw an old lake before her eyes. And mysts. White pure mysts. They encircled her, took away her breath and lifted her to where she belonged.

She had screamed at Albus, hurt him badly, lashed at him violently. There was only one thing he could do now and that was hate her. Hate her for what she had done.
If only he knew. If only he saw.
It was another part of her, trying to survive without taking much damage. She had been hurt so many times before, that she now rather hurt him than let him hurt her again, even with words and things she didn't mean, she doesn't mean and never will mean.

Please.
I say things, I do things, to get away without another scar.
Don't you know that feeling?
Don't you understand?

Minette's do cry.
Every night.
They do cry.