Ahem, Vivian Fairfield was here all along! And, of course, in her usual place up in front where she can get the best view of the professor and everything else. And... oh... oh.

Breathing exercises. The Slytherin did as instructed, rolling her head clockwise around slowly and breathing along to Professor Myers' pattern. Then, she shifted counter clockwise with the man's next instructions, still keeping her pace in breathing. Then... reach... what? Vivian blinked and then obliged as she watches the rest of her classmate to the stretching thing, reaching up for the ceiling, while wiggling her fingers. She liked doing that.

Well, it did sort of work in the relaxing bit. It did, but then Myers screamed and she'd have fallen off her seat if only they weren't seated on pillows at the moment.

Essential oils? "For massage, Professor?" Vivian said, her hand up. "And their scents make all bad things go away." Figuratively, of course. But yeah, its fragrance did wonders. Somehow, it made her think about her mum.