Gelsey and Open
Applauding mightily, Gelsey smiled not just at Zacharias, but at the whole room. There was so much joy in here, so much amazing energy! Why couldn't this be harnesses, like a power source. Or bottled for a potion. Or packaged for later, for another day, when things were bleak and depressing.
The moment the crowd began to disperse, she hurried back over to the record player, choosing a vivacious Accio Guitars song that just made her want to dance. But, seeing that she hadn't been asked--she never had, to be honest--she began to sway in a small circle behind the player. The fifth year Hufflepuff prefect had talked Gelsey into a Muggle party dress, pink with a full skirt that billowed merrily when she turned. If Gelsey had had her way, she would have worn that amazing taffeta curtain, but--this dress was pretty. Her hair was curly--again, that prefect, she was quite bossy, actually, but that's what Gelsey got for asking her about what she should wear.
So she spun in a circle, curling her hands in the air in time with the beat, humming in time with the song and firmly in the grasp of her own world, as usual.
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