 for Mansa and Val Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Karleigh had been feeling down lately - hurt by some words that perhaps did not have that intention, but had that result anyway. It was playing on some insecurities that were already simmering below the surface and now they had just about overflowed.
Perhaps if she wore more makeup like Val or dyed her hair pink like Christy or wore her uniform skirts shorter like that one seventh year girl all the boys seemed to like... Intrusive thoughts filled her head. But what she really wanted was to be alone. To dance, not to overthink and be consumed by all the reasons she was not good enough.
Ballet almost always made her feel better. She could get lost in the dance and only think about perfecting her turns and keeping her toes pointed correctly. And feel like a graceful swan.
It was just too bad that the Room of Requirement was already occupied. It was her favorite place to dance. Though the Great Hall was sometimes good as well, especially when no one was there, Karleigh did not want to walk all the way down there when she was feeling this way. Instead, she looked for an empty room.
Just a floor down and dressed in workout clothes, her hair tied up in a messy bun, Karleigh carried her pointe shoes as she walked down the corridor with her pygmy puff on her shoulder. She stopped in front of a door near one end of the corridor and poked her head inside. This place looked like it hadn't been used in years, and so hopefully. It wasn't very large, but it would do. Taking a seat on the floor near the fireplace, she changed her shoes into her pointe shoes and took out her pocket-sized music player to find something suitable.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |