Sleep Yoga Errand Finished

Finally. An errand that somehow could be the young SLytherin's topic. Sure, the teabag making and make up errand had both been fun but simply nothing she would have joined if it hadn't been for the rewards if she was honest. Opeila didn't really have a clue about yoga, she wasn't exactly the sort of person who did a lot of sport, but she could deal with physical challenges. At least better than with make up.
Also the brunette remembered hearing somewhere that yoga was relaxing, and that seemed like something that all of them needed, right? At least she did.

Entering the Rehearsal room she was awaited by a somehow strange scenario. And embarassing. First, there were yoga mats- or were they yoga mats?- well, some sort of mats everywhere in the room, some with students on them, twisted up into weird positions.
Second... Well, given that they had already started, Opeila was late.

That was mainly because she had quickly tried to finish some homework and got distracted by her cat, who had developed a weird fascination for quills and repeatedly tried to snatch it out of her hand. Long story short, it had ended with pillows flying through the common room, human and animal shouting and an ink pot thrown over, once more requiring Opeila to ask her grandmother to send her a new one. By now the first year had gotten used to keeping a spare ink pot somewhere. Especially since at least three of those were destroyed in the past half year.

She would just blame it all on Loras. He was the bad guy. Always. Except to Icarus.
Anyways, Opeila quietly went to one of the mats next to a girl that she only recognized as Gris, the friendly food sharing prefect, she had met a few months ago, when she was right next to her. "Hey... I hope you don't mind me take this mat...", she wispered in her direction, before she looked at her head of house and tried to get into the same position as her. She just didn't want to draw any more uncomfortable attention to herself.

Opeila was quite glad that she had not put her sweater on but only taken it with her. The green T-shirt she wore was enough. With the shirt, she wore black jogging trousers with green stripes on the sides. Those had been a birthday present from her grandmother and Opeila had now finally found an opportunity to wear them.

Listening to Professor Jensen, she straightened her legs and bent forwards, trying to reach the floor. She could barely touch it with her fingertips... Was that normal? Opeila looked at the others and saw relieved that some of them could not get to the ground at all even.

When they moved on to the next position, Opeila's eyes widened a little. "Wow, I am... bad at this.", she said and chuckled, putting the blocks on her mat for help. This position was a little better for conversations. "So...", she started and turned her head to Gris. "I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?"

WC: 522 Words
Interacting with @Griseldis Edelhardt
Mentioning @Hjørdis Jensen , Icarus, Loras the

Mentions: @Hjørdis Jensen @Alan Vanes @Caradoc Browne @Opeila Seilun

Ileen was late. Sprinting through the corridors she couldn’t help but roll her eyes on her own situation. Typical. She learned about an activity once in which she actually wanted to participate and then she was late. Why did she bury her gym clothes so far down in her suitcase? Although she had hesitated until dinner, she had not expected that her short decision would cost her so much time. With her black leggings, the tight-fitting, midnight blue sports top and the brown hair tied tightly to the back, she probably gave the impression that she was trying to set a new speed record, as she stormed through the corridors.
“Oops, sorry!” She shouted as she crossed the path of a student who had just stepped out of a room, almost bumping into him. While he stared after her in a bewildered way, she did not take the time to stop.
She slipped around a corner and ran the last steps before she came to a stop in front of the rehearsal room. Panting, she took a look at her wristwatch. Oof, only a few minutes late. Before she entered the room, Ileen hesitated and tried to calm her breath. At least, she was warmed up.
Yoga was one of the outside activities her father had used to do with her. Usually they had left before dawn and set off for the mountains. There they had found a place in the forest or on a cliff and had done their exercises in the rising sun. He had always told her that it was important to reflect on oneself and thereby drive all disturbing factors out of the mind - at least briefly. That had been his method to keep going.
A mixture of sadness, disappointment and nostalgia clenched in her chest and she swallowed hard. I won't think of that now, she swore to herself. She was here to block out exactly these kinds of disruptive factors.
Determined, she shook off the memory of her father and slipped into the room. The session was already ongoing. Some of her classmates had gathered here and were about to perform the Lizard Pose, which Professor Jensen just demonstrated. When Professor Jensen would look at her, Ileen would give her a smile and a voiceless ‘Sorry’ for being late.
In order not to disturb the others and not to break the silence, which was only interrupted by the quiet voice of her Head of House, Ileen tiptoed along the wall. Her eyes glided over the students present and she had to smile when she spotted a familiar face. Alan was also here, again accompanied by Tiger of course. Besides Professor Browne, she knew no one - a few others from seeing, but she had never spoken to anyone before. Wait - there was Opeila! At least another familiar face.
Quickly she took a mat from the pile near the entrance, looked for an empty spot and spread it out on the floor. Then she hurried to imitate the pose.

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Errands were quickly becoming the one thing that would get Elspeth out of her dorm room and out into an activity. The lure of chocolate frogs and house points made it impossible for her to ignore, as much as her introverted self would rather stay in her dorm room reading. That being said, today's errand was actually something she'd always been meaning to try anyways. She'd heard some folks talk about yoga, and once even seen a group doing some out on the grounds one morning, but never done it herself. Being a bit physically unimpressive, running and jumping and such weren't her forte, which meant that most sports were out of her ability range. But yoga? This might just be the thing to get her interested in exercise.

Most of her clothes were a bit stiff to wear to a yoga class, so she'd changed into her pajamas ahead of time (hoping that others would be dressed similarly and that she hadn't misunderstood the dress code). They were a soft great color with tiny pandas all over. On the front of her long sleeved top was a giant panda rolling around on its belly with some bamboo in its mouth. While Elspeth was boring and practical with most of her clothing choices, she had a special weakness for adorable pjs with cute animals.

The door to the rehearsal room was ajar, but she couldn't hear any sound from out in the hallway. As excited as she was for doing some sleepy time stretching, the last time she'd been in the rehearsal room she'd been picked on and had a freakout from seeing a doppleganger of the burning girl at Blossom Ball. She shuddered a bit, standing there as other students began to make their way in, walking past and talking to each other. Sometimes it seemed like everyone around her "got it" more than she did. Elspeth wasn't even sure what "it" was or how to get it. But everyone just flowed with life, knowing where to go and how to talk to each other and how not to be afraid of very silly small things. She wished it could be so easy for her.

Ultimately, she was resigned to the fact that she would have to come into the rehearsal room again eventually, so why not now when she knew there'd be some professors in it to keep the space safe. As she walked up and pushed the door open, the view of the room completely emptied save for a few dozen mats laid out greeted her. Although it'd been quiet out in the hallway, there were a fair number of students already getting situated and doing some light stretches before the class officially began.

And - oh. Both Cassandra and Ivy were here, so that was great. She felt her pulse begin to get a bit quicker and the urge to run away got stronger. But then she caught Professor Jensen's eyes. As little as she interacted with the Slytherin head of house, Professor Jensen had always been very sweet and put on some lovely and relaxing events. Something about her felt maternal and safe to Elspeth. Her eyes continued to scan the room, happy to see Mars and Nell were here - neither of whom were Ravenclaw's she'd spent much time with but she at least recognized them from around the dorm. And then she saw the Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain. It was the first time Elspeth had seen her since the Ball and her heart started to pick up again. Serena (who was still Unnamed Flying Savior to Elspeth) was wearing pajamas now, and looked much softer than she had been when she'd been trying to protect people from the ensuing chaos at the ball. All Elspeth could really remember about her was that she had a good taste in soft sweaters, as she'd hidden her face in it while being flown to safety.

Now didn't feel like the best time to try and strike up a seemingly regular conversation with her hero, nor did it seem the best time to try and reconcile the confrontation that had been had with Ivy and Cassie. So, Elspeth found a spot near Nell, the most neutral and welcoming of the people she recognized. The mat felt different than she'd expected. Grippier. Which made sense, now that she thought about it, but for some reason she'd been expecting something more akin to a sleeping bag. Based on the questions and reactions of students around her, it seemed they might have been expecting this yoga to be happening during their sleep as well.

The lesson started with a breathing exercise, which Elspeth found kind of funny. Why did they have to breathe in order to get ready to stretch? Wasn't everyone already breathing anyways? But she closed her eyes and took a deep breath in then pushed a deep breath out, and repeated a few times. Her body, tense with the nerves of the whole situation, suddenly started to feel a little softer, a little more relaxed. She could feel her heartbeat begin to slow a little. Elspeth couldn't tell if it was the breathing, or if it was having her eyes closed so she couldn't see anyone around her, but she felt really comfortable and at peace for a moment in a way that she just didn't in her regular life.

As Professor Jensen instructed them into the next pose, Elspeth felt that calm evaporate just a little bit, as she worked to try and figure out exactly what her body was supposed to look like. Thankfully, this pose seemed to be simple enough, and she thought that it might even be the kind of pose she naturally got into before she fell asleep in her bed when her back was feeling sore from bending over books all day or lugging her things up the stairs to the Ravenclaw Tower. Breathe in. Breathe out. The theme of this yoga class started to make more sense as she felt herself begin to drift a little away as she settled into the position. Have there always been cheat codes to getting sleepy?? No one had ever bothered to tell her. She rolled back up and swapped her legs, feeling the stretch in her opposite hip and, again, feeling her head begin to sink into the small folded blanket it was resting on. Oh... there is no way I'm not falling asleep...

She continued to follow along with the other poses as well. Being a springy eleven year old, having to roll her spine up slowly was challenging. Her head kept popping up and then she'd bend over again to try before, inevitably, raising her whole torso up at once. The breathing was nice, but over time she felt herself getting a little antsy from all of these slow movements. As she walked over to grab a pair of blocks for herself to get into lizard pose, she saw Mars had as well. She gave them a small smile, "Hey." It felt rude not to acknowledge them, but also they were in the middle of a class so probably not the best time to be having a chat. Maybe that was the reason she didn't feel so nervous. It was hard to feel pressured when you knew that no one was looking to try and talk to you because you were all focused on getting a position right.

Word Count:1244/1000 (but will continue posting and open to interaction)
Interacting with: Mars T'ien
Mentioning: @Cassandra Ironwoods, @Ivy Bellamy, @Mars T'ien, @Nell Zoldak, @Serena Towers, @Hjørdis Jensen

Once they were done with the pose sleeping swan, Alan would push his upper body up and draw his outstretched leg closer so that he would end up in a kneeling position. Sadly this also meant that he could no longer use Tiger as a cushion which had been surprisingly comfy if he dared to say or think. He would lightly arch his spine and raise his arms as if to reach for the sky as he had to stifle a yawn.

He would stand up and blink tiredly before he shook his head in an attempt to get a grip on himself as he forced himself to focus back on the professor who was also the instructor for this yoga session. Alan had not expected this to be anything but boring but it seemed actually relaxing and they had just started. Perhaps by the end of this he would have fallen asleep on his yoga mat since he had the best cushion in the room after all.

For the next pose they would have to lean forwards and touch the grounds with their hand, which was as easy as it sounded at least for Alan. He was young and had an athlete build which made him quite flexible. He loved to climb trees and ran rounds around the Quidditch pitch each morning so with ease he would flex his body forward which would give him a nice stretch for his spine and legs as he placed his palms onto the mat. He would see Tiger lift his head from the pillow curiously as he got up to examine the weird way Alan was standing. The feline in an instant would see this as his opportunity to go and beg for some attention as he began to brush past his arms. "Shhh, go back t-to the cushion Tiger," he hushed as he tried to nudge the cat away fruitlessly.

This would go on until they were finally told to raise up again and quickly the third year pushed himself off the ground with his hands and shook his head at the feline who was now starting to roam around as if he had not just tried to disturb Alan while he was doing yoga or at least attempting to until he had been so rudely interrupted. Now that Tiger was roaming around in the classroom at least he was not exactly Alan's issue anymore, or so he hoped. Hopefully he would not trouble anyone.

The next task seemed to be more difficult already but still doable, so Alan did his best to replicate what the professor was showing them and could not help but glance over to the badger head of house in curiosity. He had expected this to be for students, but he assumed that the professor might also need something relaxing to do before going to sleep. Whatever it was, his gaze would drift back to the professor so that he would not miss any instructions or do something wrong. His lower arms were placed on the mat and one of his legs stood angled to his side as instructed while the other was stretched out to his back with his knee resting on the yoga mat. Was he doing this correctly? Lizard pose it what it was called but he had no idea how this could be compared to a lizard since he never had seen a lizard rest like this.

WC: 1147/1000

@ Everyone: Feel free to have Tiger pass by you and beg for attention and pets!

Caradoc smiled towards those students that came to greet him and pointed them towards some free spots around him if they were looking for somewhere to get in action. Following along with Nora's instruction he had basically forced himself into a trap. The moment he reached the desired pose for the exercise he got a feeling getting back up again might be the actual adventure in all this.

Was that a pop he heard? He for sure thought he heard something pop in his back. That could have by no means mean anything good. Realising he might have got himself into a nasty bit of exercises, he quickly got back out of the yoga position and sat up straight. Stretching his spine a bit backwards, he tried to make it crack again. There was no sound that followed however. His back seemed to be stuck in a way. All he had left to do was hope it'd pop back in alright during the next exercise.

With something of a groan escaping his mouth as he got up. His now dull eyes scanned the room. He might have been strong, but agility was clearly not his strongest suit. It was almost as if his muscles were actually in his way this time and for sure not helping him along. He tried stretching a bit in between in order to maybe get his legs and arms to loosen up a little. What his back had planned for the day was a mystery he did not need an immediate answer to.

Nora moved along with showing them the next pose. "You have to be kiddin-" He started grumbling before he realised peace and quiet was the message here today. He shot a quick glance at the badger next to him to make sure there would be no laughing or obvious grinning. "Shhhhh" He said with a finger locking his lips.

Slowly he rolled his chest forward and allowed his upper body to hang downwards. Feeling the blood run down to his head, he was starting to wonder what exactly was the point of this one. To give your feet a break of pumping blood through your legs? And he had no way of kno-

A hand touched his back. Was that? Yes. Yes, it was her. In all his internal fussing he had completely forgotten about both his mission and his target. And now she was clearly taking adva- the hand moved! He felt her hand pushing downwards over his spine towards the direction of his neck and shoulders. If the blood hadn't reached his head by now, he surely would've looked red enough already anyway.

The Head of Hufflepuff was quite literally locked into place as his head started racing towards a solution to this scene. He heard her words, but they left almost no meaning in his head. He did enjoy the warmth of her voice whenever they spoke. But having her literally breathing down his neck while in a pose like this was something different entirely. "I- Y-yes" He stammered with a wish to bury his head in the ground.

Interacting With: @ Griseldis Edelhardt
Mentioning:@ Hjørdis Jensen

Sleep Yoga, it was the last thing Alan would think could be combined effectively. The young lad had been planning to go due to recent events having read that Yoga was good for relaxing the mind. From secret balls going to deadly tea parties, Alan was at the end of his limits, not wanting to discharge his pent up worries to his friends, in particular, Griseldis. Having seen the announcement for it, Alan had already mapped out his route and even planned out what he was going to wear a couple of days in advance. In the days prior, his best friend Griseldis had sent him a message saying that she too was going to attend, this both excited and worried Alan that this Sleep Yoga session was more than just an evening of relaxing before bed. Regardless of what he felt, Alan had committed himself to attend, knowing full well that Professor Jensen was going to be presently relieved him of some worries.

Eventually making it to the Rehearsal Room, the room had filled up quite quickly with more than a handful of students. Alan arrived wearing his robes on top of his pyjamas fearing that people would laugh at him along the way as these wear his favourite set. Alan placed his school robe near the wall; the young lad is wearing a bright green onesie with black sandals which resembled one of the Ninja Turtles, in particular Michaelangelo. The boy's first instinct was to find his friend Griseldis quickly, seeing an empty spot near her he quietly moved into position not wanting to disturb those who were already performing the stances Professor Jensen was demonstrating. "Hey Gris" he whispered "Glad you're here, see I'm dressed for the occasion too. Ninjas do this too heh." nervously grinning attempting to block out those who were eyeballing him was difficult for Alan. The boys fear for crowds always hindered him from attending crowded venues or events.

Stumbling slightly Alan did not want to lag behind the group, taking several deep breaths in the upright position as was instructed by Professor Jensen. A moment of performing this seemed to calm Alan as in this thoughts; he reassured himself to forget about everything for a moment although difficult he was less shaken. The Sleeping Sawn pose was next, looking towards everyone and the Professor first before attempting, performing the pose, looking over his partner Gris who seemed to be naturally gifted at Yoga. Remembering that Gris knows Tai Chi, Alan felt at ease that he was doing the pose right. Unfortunately inexperienced and not as flexible Alans left leg didn't go up as high at first causing it to ache. Attempting to readjust the posture, Alan finally started to feel lighter, his mind no longer wondering but feeling calm and relaxed; the tension that had built up seems to be disappearing for a moment.

Alan had slept rough this past couple of months since the disastrous ball; His parents had been sending letters daily after being told non-stop spiking his anxiety had caused him to write an angry to his Nan. The young lad felt regretful for having to take out his frustration his understanding. Grandma told him Yoga might be the best thing for him aside from her trademark desserts. As Alan maintained his pose, the drowsiness was beginning to set in, his eyes drooping feeling that good night sleep was finally coming to him.

WC: 574/1000

Interacting with @Atlas Reid
Mentioning @Hjørdis Jensen

There was never a poor time for a feast and with all the chaos they had endured over the past couple of months, Ethen felt as though he deserved some time to truly enjoy the food. Even as Atlas rattled on about some fancy yoga she wanted to do, Ethen was only partially listening and nodding along as he hoped that he would be able to continue gorging over the pile of food. But to his dismay, he had agreed to something that was not entirely focused on food.

Not wanting to let Atlas down, Ethen quickly changed into a loose hoodie and sweatpants. Feeling admittedly very comfortable in his new clothing, he met up with Atlas and joined her in the Rehearsal room. Mats covered much of the floor as people readied themselves. Meandering to the center of the room after Atlas, Ethen was increasingly curious as to what this yoga would entail. He heard the word sleep tossed around and was not above an organized nap but he assumed that it was not a glorified naptime. Stretching out on his mat, Ethen felt as though it would do for a makeshift bed but saw no one else in a comatose.

It began quickly with some breathing exercises. Although he wanted to just try holding his breath, Ethen followed the prompts to in and exhale. Clearing his mind was as simple as ever. There was generally little going on in Ethen’s mind beyond hunger and a general laid back desire to find fun. Each breath only solidified his mind’s void as he sat in the soft silence of the room.

Even had they just sat there breathing for an hour, Ethen thought he would enjoy the day but Hjørdis then began to lead the group into a new position. Ethen tilted his head at the first position before awkwardly trying to force his own sore and battered body into the position. He shared none of the grace but eventually worked himself into position and nodded at his achievement as he again began his breathing exercises.

After doing both sides, Ethen followed the instructions to slowly rise. Trying to focus on rolling his body back into position, Ethen glanced around snickering to himself about the somewhat absurdity of all these people bending themselves in curious positions. Keeping his back straight, Ethen attempted to bend down to touch the ground as she had done. There was little hope. He could almost feel the food in his belly being pressed on as he wiggled his fingers towards the ground.

As Hjørdis began demonstrating the lizard pose, Ethen chuckled and turned to Atlas. “I think I might break from this one,” he smiled to the girl as he slowly began weaseling his way into position. With only a few grunts of overstretching, Ethen got as close as he could to mirroring the position. Switching to the other side after a short time, Ethen began to think about pretzels. “Pretzels are like yoga masters I think,” he informed Atlas through a few grunts. Maintaining a mix of balance and safe stretching was proving increasingly challenging, yet enjoyable.

WC: 533/1000

Open to Interactions
Interacting With: @Ethen Emrys
Mentioning: @Hjørdis Jensen

Hjørdis had a calming voice as she walked around helping the students with the first position. She sounded like she would sit down with you and talk about anything but at the same time if someone were to hurt or try to hurt someone she loved she would come down on them aggressively.

Atlas loved that about her, She was Head of Slytherin and yet she carried with her the demeanor of a Hufflepuff. Smiling to herself, Atlas slowly started her roll up as she heard her back cracking gently as each vertebrate stacked on top of the one before it. Letting out a sigh of relief, Atlas still felt hindered by her injuries but for now the yoga seemed to be helping to loosen her up and help her mind to stop pounding.

The next position seemed easy in context but as Atlas stood up and rolled her body down she was quickly discouraged to see that many of the students could touch their toes while Atlas's hands stopped just below her knee. Stretching her arms out further she wiggled her fingertips thinking that she could just maneuver her way to more flexibility, to no avail. Giving up, Atlas dangled her body as she grabbed her elbows and softly swayed. Hearing the professor's voice right up next to her, Atlas heeded her words as Hjørdis instructed, "And exhale, let go off the tension... relax, inhale for me... and exhale again... Good, much better,"

With each exhale, Atlas could feel her body getting heavier as she allowed her neck to rest from carrying her head feeling it gently sway with her body. As she had started the next pose, Atlas watched as Ethen contorted himself into the position, clearly feeling his dungeon injuries more as he stretched out his back and legs into the lizard pose.

Grumbling to herself, Atlas mimicked her best friend as she inhaled sharply feeling her shoulder throbbing as she shook her head. Finally getting down in the position, Atlas hoped she was able to hide her tightness with grace as she slowly moved to the other side, accommodating her unusable right arm. She should have just been in bed resting and recovering but that was so unbelievably against her personality that she slogged through each position wanting to make it to the end.

“Pretzels are like yoga masters I think,” Ethen whispered to Atlas as she couldn't help but smile. "I absolutely agree. After this we should try to make our own pretzels...however pretzels are made." Atlas replied as she shook her head playfully. "Your thoughts always seem to make me hungry, Tebo. Let's hope we don't have to position ourselves like pretzels or I'm fairly certain my arm will just fall off and I'll have to drag it to all my classes like a dog." She joked as she attempted to keep her voice low to not have them be yelled at in the middle of the yoga session.

Dealla had never tried yoga before, but she found she rather liked the calm, peaceful atmosphere that was filling the room, the quiet only interrupted by Professor Jensen's even voice and the occasional whisper or giggle.
This time, she had actually heard of the activity beforehand, instead of just stumbling into it by accident, so after dinner, she had gone up to her dormitory to chance and tie back her hair in preparation. She was wearing shorts now, made of a soft yellow fabric, which she usually wore for sleeping, and a simple white top. The hallways were chilly enough that it had prompted her to hurry in this light attire, but the rehearsal room was at a comfortable temperature, and soon her muscles would have warmed up enough to stave off any chill.

With the natural flexibility that kids that age still possessed, she didn't have much trouble with the poses, and she did enjoy the slight pull and stretch in her muscles as she bent down to touch the ground, her legs straight. While she couldn't manage to put her entire palms on the ground, she wasn't that far off, either.

Listening to Professor Jensen's words, Dee swayed slowly from side to side, taking slow breaths, in and out. This was... calming. It made her always racing thoughts slow down a bit. In contrast to some of the other activities which had been fun to do once but would probably not be picked up by her as a regular hobby, she could actually imagine doing this more often.

When Dealla had entered the room earlier, there had only been a few faces she recognized around, and none of her closer friends, so she had just chosen a spot at random to settle down. Usually, she might have started chatting up the people near her, but she seemed to have a habit of doing errands not quite the way she was supposed to, so she decided to behave, for once, and not disturb the quiet of the room.
That resolve lasted exactly until she looked up to see Ileen enter the room, while she was trying to follow Professor Jensen's demonstration of how to shift from the current pose into the next position. Only barely stopping herself from calling out to her friend, Dee lifted a hand to wave at her energetically instead and maybe draw her attention that way, but had underestimated how much this would throw off her balance, in between poses as she was.

Nearly toppling over to one side, it took Dee a few seconds to catch herself and come into a stable position again, and when she lifted her gaze to look for Ileen, the other girl had already chosen a spot somewhere else.
Dee frowned in thought while she tried to adjust to all the little details of the pose that Professor Jensen was describing. Ileen's mat wasn't all that far from hers... and there seemed to be a free spot near her. Maybe Dee could just sneak over there between the next two positions?

Word Count: 512
Mentions: @Ileen Knight, @Hjørdis Jensen
Open to interactions

The atmosphere in the rehearsal room was wonderful, every student seemed to try and follow the carefully given instructions.

Her breathing was so relaxed, off and on like waves. Following its path, further and further into a tranquil state. When she had completed her routine of ten breaths, she repeated the Sleeping swan position on her other side. She bent her right knee now and brought the sole of her foot to her left inner tight. Then she lifted herself a little and extended her left leg behind her. While leaning on the pillow again she rolled her shoulders and neck, shaking them loose.

Just as the professor had instructed, the veela tried to roll back up. As she imagined it, it gave quite a pleasant feeling. When she straightened back up again, she felt a little crack. She blushed at the sound and pretended nothing happened.

Then the next position was explained. The standing forward fold was a position true to its name, as they all were expected to fold their torso and reach for the ground. Rose looked at her fellow yoga mates again and followed the instructions. As she folded herself forward and tried to reach for the ground, her fingertips were just a few centimeters above the ground. She ground her teeth and tried again. But it was to no use. Rose pouted disappointed, then decided she would try the other variant of the position. While bending down she grabbed her elbows with the opposite hand. This was quite easier and the veela liked this position a bit more. Then she began to gently sway from side to side, following her breathing. The waves she had been imaging from the beginning of the lesson emerged again. Inhales and exhales followed each other in a relaxed pattern. Then it was time for another position.

Rosalind thought the next position couldn't be too hard. She extended her leg into a lunge position and placed her right hand next to her right foot.

When the professor passed her she instructed her. "Turn your toes slightly out," Rose looked up and adjusted her toes into a better position. Then they were informed to rest their elbows on the ground. The silver-haired beauty looked at the blocks and pulled them over. 'Better to try than to fail,' she thought. Then she rested her arms on them and tried to keep her hips square. She closed her eyes and relaxed, breathing in and out.

As the veela was focusing on holding her position, she felt something fuzzy brush her bare feet and circle her light leg. As she looked at the culprit the girl smiled and tilted her head slightly to see better. The little devil was purring and bobbing its head against her leg, slowly circling upwards. 'How cute,' she thought.

To be able to pet the Bengal, she went back to the lunge-like position. Then she carefully offered her hand and try to stroke the tiger-like feline. When it was satisfied with the number of pets it had, it trotted off to find another victim. Rosalind smiled as she saw the feline strut away.

Wordcount: 804 + 524 = 1328
Errand completed.

Thank you for letting Tiger loose! @Alan Vanes Permission was given to everyone, to have the feline come over and beg for attention.