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AmbiguouslyMe · 05-15-2016, 01:05 AM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

It was early on in the morning and there was a slight chill in the air but that didn't stop the Defence Professor from taking a light jog around the grounds. An active lifestyle was key in being good with Defensive magic - stamina and all that - so he wasn't about to let something as trivial as the chill stop him from his usual, slightly rigorous physical regime.

You could say that the cold never bothered him anyway.

Once he'd done his rounds around the grounds, Hirsch started heading back up the pathways. It was only when his pace had turned into that of a lazy stroll that the looming threat of all that marking he had to do suddenly coming back to him. See, jogs weren't only good for building up your physique.

So what was his action plan? Procrastinate. By leaning casually against a random tree and looking as chilled out as possible.

Clearly, he was role model material.

Nicky had woken early and, unable to get back to sleep, had taken to the grounds lest she lie in bed counting the differences in time zones and wondering what her friends were up to late into their evening. She's put on a sport top and yoga pants, intending to find somewhere quiet to stretch. As she made her way down the pathways, she saw another shape ahead, leaned against a tree. Squinting as she got closer, she smirked to herself as she recognized the shape as Professor Hottie.

Passing by with a nod, she gave him a quick once-over, taking note of the attire and that he seemed to be post workout. "Good morning, Professor," she said as she passed by, looking back over her shoulder as she continued past.

It was only after the blonde got half a dozen paces past him that she stopped, an idea percolating in her head. Spinning in her tennis shoes on the path, she faced him. "Actually, Professor, I've been meaning to come and ask you something. Do you have a minute?"

05-15-2016, 01:05 AM	#37 (permalink)
AmbiguouslyMe SA & DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,676 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone It was early on in the morning and there was a slight chill in the air but that didn't stop the Defence Professor from taking a light jog around the grounds. An active lifestyle was key in being good with Defensive magic - stamina and all that - so he wasn't about to let something as trivial as the chill stop him from his usual, slightly rigorous physical regime. You could say that the cold never bothered him anyway. Once he'd done his rounds around the grounds, Hirsch started heading back up the pathways. It was only when his pace had turned into that of a lazy stroll that the looming threat of all that marking he had to do suddenly coming back to him. See, jogs weren't only good for building up your physique. So what was his action plan? Procrastinate. By leaning casually against a random tree and looking as chilled out as possible. Clearly, he was role model material. Nicky had woken early and, unable to get back to sleep, had taken to the grounds lest she lie in bed counting the differences in time zones and wondering what her friends were up to late into their evening. She's put on a sport top and yoga pants, intending to find somewhere quiet to stretch. As she made her way down the pathways, she saw another shape ahead, leaned against a tree. Squinting as she got closer, she smirked to herself as she recognized the shape as Professor Hottie. Passing by with a nod, she gave him a quick once-over, taking note of the attire and that he seemed to be post workout. "Good morning, Professor," she said as she passed by, looking back over her shoulder as she continued past. It was only after the blonde got half a dozen paces past him that she stopped, an idea percolating in her head. Spinning in her tennis shoes on the path, she faced him. "Actually, Professor, I've been meaning to come and ask you something. Do you have a minute?"