Rhythm
Hermione looked around her dorm; glad no one else was in site. She had basically tipped it upside down. She had decided to neaten up her stuff. The other day she had lost her favourite quill, and had panicked, when she realized just how messy everything was. On the outside it was sparkling clean, but in her trunk, wardrobe and drawers, things had been packed in to as small as she could make it, she just lacked the space.
As she started to arrange things back in her drawer, she spied her old ballet shoes, in a well-worn box. She loved the art of danced, and in her muggle days she had survived on it. Though when she had received the invitation to Hogwarts, she had to make a choice, ballet, or magic. Well we all know what she chose, but did she ever regret it?
Hermione hadn't danced at all since her time at Hogwarts. Her excuse was that she hadn't the time, but she felt that she had disgraced it. Something she had felt so passionate about, she had dropped with out a second thought.
Unconsciously Hermione had been putting on the shoes. And as she tied the ribbons, she felt the excitement course through her. She felt like she could fly. Every step she took tingled. And every move she made felt strong.
As she held the support beams on her bed, she lifted her leg and delicately curved it around her body. Her right arm graciously flew through the air, and she felt her heart soar. She had missed out for so long, she had almost forgot how good it felt. Dancing was her passion, and her passion came from dancing. With dancing you could weave your emotions through movement, and still do it at your own pace.
As Hermione began to dance her heart, she was unaware of the figure hiding in the shadows.
Hermione looked around her dorm; glad no one else was in site. She had basically tipped it upside down. She had decided to neaten up her stuff. The other day she had lost her favourite quill, and had panicked, when she realized just how messy everything was. On the outside it was sparkling clean, but in her trunk, wardrobe and drawers, things had been packed in to as small as she could make it, she just lacked the space.
As she started to arrange things back in her drawer, she spied her old ballet shoes, in a well-worn box. She loved the art of danced, and in her muggle days she had survived on it. Though when she had received the invitation to Hogwarts, she had to make a choice, ballet, or magic. Well we all know what she chose, but did she ever regret it?
Hermione hadn't danced at all since her time at Hogwarts. Her excuse was that she hadn't the time, but she felt that she had disgraced it. Something she had felt so passionate about, she had dropped with out a second thought.
Unconsciously Hermione had been putting on the shoes. And as she tied the ribbons, she felt the excitement course through her. She felt like she could fly. Every step she took tingled. And every move she made felt strong.
As she held the support beams on her bed, she lifted her leg and delicately curved it around her body. Her right arm graciously flew through the air, and she felt her heart soar. She had missed out for so long, she had almost forgot how good it felt. Dancing was her passion, and her passion came from dancing. With dancing you could weave your emotions through movement, and still do it at your own pace.
As Hermione began to dance her heart, she was unaware of the figure hiding in the shadows.