Quidditch.

It was the only thing that was on his mind lately. One of the first things he did was sign up for tryout. The summer league had training at its best been brutle. But it had made him a better quidditch player. So he was taking the training from over the summer and applying that to his try-outs.

Even if it meant that he was up at the crack of dawn, to go out for a run.

So there he was walking through the courtyard, to go out to the grounds for the run. He looked down BOTH of his shoes were untied. That would have been bad. He found a near by bench, and threw his feet up one at a time and tied his shoes.

Well since he was standing here he may as well stench. No cramps for this guy.