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small collection of plates.
Dance For Me
It was later that same day, classes had drawn to a close and most people were beginning to settle down in their common rooms. But for some people their day had quite not finished, these people were the teachers who had marking to do and those lucky students who took dance with Madam Swann.
To say Madam Swann was a bit of a taskmaster would be a bit of an understatement, in fact there was a rumour circulating that she was Voldemort's less nice cousin. But that was just hearsay and besides none of her current students could prove this theory anyway and none of them would want Voldemort as a teacher anyway, he wasn't certified by the R.S.T.D.
Madam Swann was a small woman with bright silver hair and darting blue eyes which took in everything she saw. She would walk majestically down the corriders of Hogwarts her head held high and proud aided by a jet black walking cane which would click methodically in time with her steps. In class she would sit at a chair shouting out instructions to her students, hands leaning on her cane in front of her. She was generous with criticism and meagre with compliments, but when she did give them they were well desearved. But despite all this her students revered her and respected her. She made them the best they could be.
Hermione walked down the corridor toward the east wing of Hogwarts. She wasn't in any kind of rush her ballet class didn't start for another fifteen minutes. Reaching the dance studio she walked in and proceeded to dump her pointe shoe bag on the barre effectively reserving her place. She then proceeded to stretch out and work the kinks out of her body. After she felt sufficiently stretched out she sat on the floor in a frog position, her whole body sank to the floor pushing her legs out to the side. As she sank down even further pushing her pelvis into the floor she winced slightly as her body protested against being forced into this position. But after a moment or two the pain left and she relaxed allowing her whole being to relax into the floor, Hermione closed her eyes and began to drift.
A/N Help me as I'm stuck now, this was only supposed to be a one chapter piece but I wanna continue and I need some inspiration, so if anyone has any brain waves concerning this, please help and also I need a beta, so volunteers anyone please.
Dance For Me
It was later that same day, classes had drawn to a close and most people were beginning to settle down in their common rooms. But for some people their day had quite not finished, these people were the teachers who had marking to do and those lucky students who took dance with Madam Swann.
To say Madam Swann was a bit of a taskmaster would be a bit of an understatement, in fact there was a rumour circulating that she was Voldemort's less nice cousin. But that was just hearsay and besides none of her current students could prove this theory anyway and none of them would want Voldemort as a teacher anyway, he wasn't certified by the R.S.T.D.
Madam Swann was a small woman with bright silver hair and darting blue eyes which took in everything she saw. She would walk majestically down the corriders of Hogwarts her head held high and proud aided by a jet black walking cane which would click methodically in time with her steps. In class she would sit at a chair shouting out instructions to her students, hands leaning on her cane in front of her. She was generous with criticism and meagre with compliments, but when she did give them they were well desearved. But despite all this her students revered her and respected her. She made them the best they could be.
Hermione walked down the corridor toward the east wing of Hogwarts. She wasn't in any kind of rush her ballet class didn't start for another fifteen minutes. Reaching the dance studio she walked in and proceeded to dump her pointe shoe bag on the barre effectively reserving her place. She then proceeded to stretch out and work the kinks out of her body. After she felt sufficiently stretched out she sat on the floor in a frog position, her whole body sank to the floor pushing her legs out to the side. As she sank down even further pushing her pelvis into the floor she winced slightly as her body protested against being forced into this position. But after a moment or two the pain left and she relaxed allowing her whole being to relax into the floor, Hermione closed her eyes and began to drift.
A/N Help me as I'm stuck now, this was only supposed to be a one chapter piece but I wanna continue and I need some inspiration, so if anyone has any brain waves concerning this, please help and also I need a beta, so volunteers anyone please.