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Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

The fifth floor wasn't really Cassandra's floor, but she had ~~handwavily~~ agreed to meet Namine there. She was busy moving furniture out of the way to create as wide an open space as possible. Somehow this meant that most of the seating was pushed out into a circle around her clear space.

After a critical look over her work Cassandra nodded to herself and idly went through a few stretching routines, waiting for her friend's arrival.

[ooc: Cassandra's here to teach Namine something about how to dance, but she'd be glad to teach anyone else who asked her too. Or, you know, do the other things that you do in a common room.]

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Cassandra switched directions almost instantly and gave Namine an approving nod. "Yes. Each person has their own. And most dancing is to music which also has its own. You can... adjust your rhythm."

She changes the pace slightly, going from a simple walk to a one-two one-two step pattern.

"If you follow the music, that might make it easier," she said, nodding. She noticed Cassandra's change in rhythm and tried to fall into step to match, realizing she was watching too much and thinking too much and tripping again just a little.

"Tell me about something," Cassandra said. "Anything. You need to stop thinking and just... move. Talking might help you forget to think."

Naminé considered for a moment.

"Did you know that I can create portals?"

Cassandra lifted her hand to spin Namine again as she shook her head, "What kind of portals?" She was listening, but most of her attention was on whether or not Namine was starting to forget to pay attention to her movements.

Naminé smiled faintly, stepping into the spin. "Through darkness. They can connect any two points. Darkness is a void, and you can reach it from anywhere; therefore, moving from here to the void and from the void to somewhere else again is as simple as opening the pathway."

She was thinking about the doorways, the rippling purplish-black, and focusing on a spot to move there, and not of her two left feet for once.

With a grin Cassandra nodded for Namine to continue and simultaneously signaled a direction change and another spin.

Naminé laughed. "It's simple, at least, it seems logical, to me. But I've explained it to some and received some very strange looks. Especially those who don't believe in magic or what they would call the supernatural." She changed directions and spun, much more at ease than she had been.

"People don't... it's hard for people to believe new things, I guess." Cassandra was grinning as she shifted step rhythm again, rather pleased with Namine's progress so far.

"I showed someone, who was telling me that all of those claims were clearly ridiculous," she smiled, taking a moment to readjust before falling into Cassandra's rhythm. "I thought his eyes would fall out from his head. Should you ever need a shortcut somewhere, incidentally, let me know."

Naminé realized she was thinking about talking and not moving, which meant she should not think about moving, and luckily managed to distract herself before she started to. She hoped.

"I'll remember." Cassandra's eyes turned serious for a moment, "And if you ever need..." she paused, "If they ever come after you, find me." Then she held out her other hand to indicate that Namine should take it too.

Naminé stopped for a moment, struck by the other girl's words, before she was able to nod and take her friend's hand. "I ... I will," she said. "Thank you."

It was such an inadequate phrase. She hoped Cassandra understood.

Cassandra understood. And smiled.

And then continued with the lesson.

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