Melinda Bobbin is the potion maker. (honeybobbin) wrote in nocte_silenti, @ 2011-03-12 17:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anthony goldstein, melinda bobbin |
WHO: Melinda Bobbin and Anthony Goldstein
WHAT: Melinda, who forgot to throw up privacy spells, is caught stretching after dancing
WHEN: March 12
WHERE: Unused Classroom 11
RATING: C is for Contortion!
STATUS: C is also for Complete.
Losing herself, Melinda had spent the past three hours in dance. She found it quite peaceful to silence her mind through movement. There were many things (such as a certain deadline) she didn't want to acknowledge, and therefore she fell into obsessive mode, filling her days with activities both mentally and physically taxing. It helped to channel her denial and frustration into other outlets. The resulting exhaustion allowed her to fall asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, without resorting to other destructive habits. Well, dancing was on the verge of being destructive for Melinda, as she always leaned toward the wrong side of thin.
Melinda had needed more space than her quarters provided, so she retreated to the abandoned classroom 11, which she had arranged to her purpose: the desks were pushed to one wall, she used the windowsill as a makeshift barre, and the floor had been polished to an impeccable shine. After the amount of dancing she had done her legs felt like rubber. It was time to stretch them out. Melinda rolled her shoulders back until she stood with her spine elongated, her arms held loosely at her sides. All of her concentration was focused on the wall in front of her; though her face was impassive, energy and determination shone in her eyes. Her movements were deliberate yet graceful, and she breathed throughout the entire exercise. With her left leg planted and foot flat, Melinda slowly lifted her right leg toward her back, careful to maintain a graceful line in her body as she reached behind with her hands to grip her shin while the leg lengthened into a straight position. She tipped her torso forward and arched her back, allowing her head to naturally fall back so she was staring at the ceiling. She lifted up on her left foot in her ballet flat and pointed her right foot directly at the ceiling, now in a complete standing split. She silently counted as she focused on her breath.