gryffinrebel (gryffinrebel) wrote in snitchers, @ 2018-01-21 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: helen dawlish, char: oliver wood |
Who: Helen and Oliver
What: Getting his ass kicked
When: Backdated to the 15th, afternoon
Where: Dawlish Defense
Rating: Medium b/c asskicking
Helen had spent a great deal of her morning dealing with one on one training, as well as a small group class who wanted training in hand to hand combat. Around lunchtime though, she purposefully never made arrangements for sessions to give herself a small breather. Lunch, as well as cleaning the gym back up. She cleaned towels, wiped down the mirrors and what equipment had been used. She wasn't the cleanest person in the entire world when it came to being at home, but she took a great deal of pride in her workplace. If anything, a potential student wouldn't want to join a gym where the mirrors were marked up, and the entire place stank of sweat.
It was about an hour until Oliver was supposed to arrive, and while he seemed more than sure he didn't need lessons, and would be able to take her down purely based on his size, Helen knew better. So after making herself a mug of tea, she sat down in the middle of the lower gym on one of the mats and began to quietly meditate.
Finding her center, her balance, was just as important as harnessing her energy to fight. One made mistakes when their brain was muddled.
She heard the small bell above the door ring when he entered, her eyes finally opening as she watched him walk inside. He carried himself well, no doubt a byproduct of his Quidditch training, but she could already tell his footing would be an issue. There was a difference between finding balance on the battlefield, and in the air. Different skills, muscle groups and all that.
In one fluid motion Helen was standing, reaching down only to grab her mug and place it on a small end table not too far from her.
"Welcome to the gym. You need to warm up? Would probably do you some good."