Who: Claire & Draco What: A Private Gymnastics Training When: Saturday evening Where: The Gym Rating: TBD, probably PG Open: Just Draco, sorry!
Claire had given Draco her cell number and held her phone in her hand. She had gotten permission to use the facility, so the lights were on, but the door locked. Claire was sitting on one of the balance beams, her feet swinging in the air. She had on a leotard, with a pair of sweatpants over it, her hair swept up in a ponytail. She looked towards the door once more, before throwing her phone on the ground and swinging up to stand on the balance beam. No hurt in practicing a few tricks now, right?