free your mind [lesson one!]

Alec heard a cool beat coming from the Music classroom as he walked towards his next class, and that beat was stuck in his mind the whole trip to the east wing.

"I like rap music, wear hip hop clothes, that doesn’t mean that I’m out sellin’ dope, no no no," he sang, walking in the Mind Arts classroom.

Looking around, he sighed, relieved no one else was there yet to see him singing.

Antonette ran through the corridors and stopped at the entrance of the classroom door - which was open. She stifled a laugh as she heard the boy singing. She watched him look around and rolled her eyes. He's not even looking behind him she thought smirking. "Looking for something?" she said loudly to get his attention.

"Nice singing" she said as she passed by him taking a seat in the middle of the classroom.

Alec jumped when he heard someone behind him, and saw the blonde pass him, teasing him about his singing.

A bit embarrassed, he simply shrugged and sang the next line, "Before you can read me you got to learn how to see me."

Flopping on a seat beside the girl, he smirked, "Hope you enjoyed the show."

A corner of her mouth twitched upwards to a quick smile before it faded away just as fast as it had come.

She shrugged "It was good but..." she trailed off smirking, "I've heard better" she added teasingly. Drumming her hands on the desk, she sighed "Is class gonna start soon?" she asked him then pouted "I'm bored" she added as she dropped her forehead to the wooden surface of the desk.

Alec scoffed, jokingly, "I highly doubt it. No one has my talent." He smiled an angelic, not Alec at all, smile, "Oh come on, wasn't it beautiful?"

"Careful not to break that pretty face," he warned her, smirking, and shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe the professor wwon't even come, maybe he'll give classes. . . telepathically." He added, "This is Mind Arts, after all."

Ann smirked as she looked up "Beautiful doesn't cut it Blanchard more like... amusing". She let out a small chuckle "If he were giving classes telepathically then he can read whatever you're thinking in that twisted mine of yours." She batted her eyelashes at him innocently "And I beat you don't want that.."

Alec shrugged , "I guess amusing will have to do. It'll probably be the biggest compliment I'll get from you."

"Now why does everybody assume I'm thinking shit?" he put his hands up in defence, "I'm just a poor, poor boy."

Ann tsk'd at him "You never know I just might surprise you" she said then raised an eyebrow "Ah so you're telling me you're not or haven't been thinking shit right now or ever?" she reached a hand out to poke him then said "And no one believes you're a poor, poor boy Blanchard."

Alec smirked, "Never said ever. Just not now."

Yawning, he stretched and fell on his back on the mat. "I am just a poor boy, though," he said.

Ann smiled then shook her head not saying anything. She blinked when he fell, then for the first time in the year she actually giggled- she damn as hell giggled. She shook her head then offered a hand to help him up, "Yes you really are a poor boy Blanchard."

Alec accepted her hand but instead of getting up, he pulled her down.

"Come on, DeMoivre," he said, "You didn't really expect me to stand the whole time did you?"




[OOC: Noticed now that they don't have desks,]

Ann fell down with a thump lying on her belly.

"Really Blanchard?" She said with a huff as she rolled to lay on her back "You could've warned a girl"

[OOC: x.x Lets pretend they've been standing the whole time then >.>]

"And where's the fun in that?" Alec asked, grinning.

"So," he said, sititng up, "Tell me something about you, since it seems we won't be getting any professors soon."

Ann rolled her eyes at him and sighed folding her arms behind her head. "True but not much fun for me eh?"

"If i tell you something about me.. You should tell me something about you" she reasoned. "Deal?" she asked raising an eyebrow at him.

Alec shrugged, "Deal."

There was nothing exciting about him he could say, though. But he supposed he would wait to see what the girl would say and then think of something.

"You first."

Ann grinned at him "Good" she said, before looking up at the ceiling. "What to say, what to say" she mumbled then shrugged "Me mam and dad died when I was little" she confessed "about when I was 8 i think".

She looked at him, then grinned unfazed at her confession "Your turn."

Alec frowned and looked at her. "I'm sorry," he told her, sincerely. He really would have lost it if his parents died, both of them. Merlin, he was already losing it just because they were fighting.

He shrugged, "My parents might be getting a divorce soon and I'm not really sure I want that, though it would stop all the screaming and vase-throwing in the house."

Ann shrugged, she actually shrugged. "Not your fault" she said as she looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes glazing over with unshed tears that she tried desperately to blink away without him noticing.

She frowned at what he said and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry for that" she said, looking at him. "Though I hope they would make up" she added. She knew the pain of not having parents but she knew that Alec's case was so much worse.

Alec just nodded and shrugged, "I hope so too." But it seems impossible, he thought.

Peeking at his watch, he sighed as he realized class was over. "Well," the Prideux said, getting up, "It seems our time here is done."

He offered his hand to help her up and looked at the door. "Seems like our professor didn't feel like teaching," he shrugged, "Fine by me. More free time."

Walking out of the class, he turned to the girl. "Guess I'll see you around," he said before walking down the hall.

Ann smiled and took his offered hand and stood up. She nodded to him "I guess so" she said. Before walking away to explore Beauxbatons even more.