The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Mia and Misha.
What: Misha meeting the grown up version of the girl he's been looking after.
Where: His apartment.
When: Tuesday afternoon.

This past week could have gone so much worse than it did. 'Amy' was lucky to have run into Misha at the beginning of the spell, and he was nice enough to look after her while she was lost in this world of supernaturals and non-ballet. Still, when the opportunity came up to return herself to normal Amelia jumped at it. This was kind of scary and she didn't belong here, she should give it over to the older version of her, who was apparently a very different person, and handled it, so off she went to the infirmary.

As it turned out it didn't take all that long for Amy to turn back into Mia, something to do with being human and having easy DNA to fix, and she cringed as the 21 year old version of herself remembered what she had done as a 18 year old. Her first stop after changing back to her new/old self was her room to change into something more like her own style in 2008, but as soon as she was changed and had a little make-up on, she headed over to Misha's apartment. Mia figured she owed him a thank you, and to at least return the clothes she had borrowed when her younger self was so aghast at the wardrobe options.

So it was that by the time Misha returned to his apartment, there was a punk princess standing at the window in the living area, having let herself in. What? He hadn't been there when she tried knocking. What else was she to do? Oh. Wait. Maybe... Pfft!

Who: Amelia and Misha
What: The dance teacher finds a very different girl to the one he's been talking to online.
Where: The dance studio
When: Thursday morning.

It started at about eight in the evening, when Amelia found herself sitting at a desk with books on the supernatural and not a clue how she got there. Of course she came to the only logical conclusion there was. She was tired, she must be blacking out. All she needed was sleep and maybe she'd be better in the morning. She had no time to be ill. Well, a couple of hours of sleep and she still had no idea where she was, but she did seem to have her ballet stuff, which made her feel a little better. So, grabbing her stuff, almost like a security blanket, she ventured out to find out where she was.

Within half an hour she had run across the dance studio, and having found no good reason for anything else going on, for the madness, she got changed and went in. The studio had always been Amelia's safe space, where she went when there was too much going on in her head. There she could just concentrate on the dance instead of the chaos. God knew she needed that right now.

After a thorough warm up at the barre, she flicked through the music by the stereo, before choosing the music for a variation she had been working on fairly recently in classes and outside of them. The music for the Black Swan variation started and a transformation took place. The sixteen year old girl danced with a maturity beyond her years combined with technique drummed into her over her years in Ireland and then at the School of American Ballet. She was lost in the dance, not aware of an audience.