Dance Like No One Is Watching

Juliana didn't enjoy being in a place where she wasn't familiar with her surroundings. That was why she decided to do what she always did when she began feeling apprehensive and anxious; she gracefully strolled over to where her ballet shoes were in the dorms, and daintily picked them up.

Swinging them absently she felt her lower lip slide in between her two rows of teeth as she wandered out into the hallways, wondering where on earth she could go. Slipping down the stairs she took a right and strolled through the castle, her anxiety beginning to grow. What she didn't expect was to end up on the Seventh floor, and when a door suddenly appeared in front of her she paused. Slowly she reached out, and breathed in deeply when she saw what was inside. Soon she was heading straight into the room, shutting the door securely behind her.

Slowly she turned back to the room, and she couldn't help but smile broadly. A hardwood floor for her to dance on, with rows of mirrors and a railing circling around the entire room. It was nearly a replica of her room back at home! It took her moments to put her shoes on after years and years of doing it, and after a few minutes of stretching she let herself get lost in her dancing.

It was the best feeling in the world, and she could feel the anxiety draining out of her body in moments.

Julie pounded along the seventh floor corridor, the irate yells of her younger brother mixed with the loud clanking of one very animated suit of armour. She almost ran into the door.

She didn't recognise it, but had to concede that it hadn't just popped out of existence; she hadn't exactly been focusing over much on her surroundings. The clanking and yells seemed to grow louder, so she slipped through the door, quickly shutting it after her.

Turning around and leaning on it with a sigh of relief, Julie looked up and saw another girl in the room, who appeared to be dancing. "Oh, I'm sorry!"