Going through the motions...
Name(s): Zuko, OPEN
Location: Outside, at a distance from anything flammable
Week: 38
Time: Midweek, early-mid morning
Rating: PG
Zuko sighed, taking in the fresh air with a downhearted slump of his shoulders. It was the first time he had found the will to face the day since he had returned the school, the only contact he'd had with anyone/thing other than his pillow being the few people who'd commented on his rather distraught scribbles.
He knew he wasn't ready to face his uncle's ghost yet. He knew he'd wind up saying something harsh, something he'd regret... And as for sharing his grief with others?
No. The first step was to clear his mind, rid himself of the tension within. With his head held high Zuko took a stance, unsheathing his precious dualblades as if challenging an imagined foe. One deep breath and he was off, slicing through the air with the exact precision of a master of the arts. Two steps forward, thrust, follow-through, and back again. The blades, as much a part of him as his own limbs, made for quite the display, in a routine matching the grace of the most intricate of dances.
This was his element, and in this the grieving Slytherin would find solace; detach himself from his troubles, his reality.
Soon the charade would turn to one of fire, retiring the swords in exchange for his wand. It continued with keen methodology, the fiery spells cast in perfect accordance to the battle he was still fighting.