RP: An accidental discovery
Who: Gwenog Jones, Alicia Spinnet What: A run in and a secret Where: A London dance studio When: Monday 8th June Rating: NSFW - swearing seems incredibly likely
The beauty of the off season for Gwenog was that she had far more freedom to dance almost whenever she wanted. Yes there were still Quidditch practices, but they were far fewer and further between and she could go to more of the classes at the dance studio she'd found some years ago. She could and did practice on her own near enough daily and took some classes during the season but she was in far more regular attendance when she didn't have games to juggle as well.
She had been continuing to have problems with her hip since her injury several months ago. Although she had regained some of the flexibility she had previously had through regular stretching and exercise it was still not quite right and the lines of movements were still not quite right. Her teacher didn't seem to be all that concerned, knowing she'd had an injury and there had been improvement since she returned, and also that her dance was never going to be her career. Gwenog on the other hand was endlessly frustrated that her placement was off what she knew she could do before. It wasn't as if anything was painful any longer, just sort of tight and as if she'd lost the muscle memory built up over years of practice.
Towards the end of the class, as they were practising a variety of leaps, which was something that Gwenog found far easier in classes than she did at home. Her studio was great but it wasn't all that large and if she wasn't careful she'd end up smacking a foot on the wall when she tried to chain leaps, or didn't land quite right and went for a bit of a slide. She had done the former once or twice soon after she'd had the room converted and had avoided it ever since. She could feel that her grand jétés weren't quite even and it frustrated her so she wasn't paying that much attention to the small group of people who were clearly being shown around the studio. They were invited to stay in the corner as the class finished up by returning to the barre for some final moves.
As Bart brought the class to a close she hurried over to him instead of doing the customary stretches and putting on her warmer clothes.
"Bart, can we talk about my leg?"
"What, again Gwenog?" he asked, the fact they'd had similar conversations before bleeding through into his voice.
"Yes again. It's still not right!" she complained passionately. "My extension is off and all my stretching is still uneven!"
"You had an injury not all that long ago, and it's not affecting your dancing anything like as much as you think it is. I know you take it seriously but your dancing is a hobby, and your standard is excellent given your age and the fact you've had an injury and you can't take classes as regularly for most of the year."
Gwenog sighed heavily, knowing that this conversation wasn't going anywhere. "Fine," she said even though she thought it was anything but fine. She was hoping he'd do something if it didn't improve more now that she could take more classes again. "Thanks."
She hurried back over to the other students who were finishing up their warm down by now and started to pull on the warmer clothes her body needed after a hard class, missing Bart crossing to speak to the people who had observed the end of the class.