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SarcasticStrawberry · 07-06-2017, 03:34 AM

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Originally Posted by Deezerz

Studying for OWLs sucked worse than troll boogies.

Twelve subjects. Thanks to a special request from his lovely mother, he was taking them all. To say Cornelius was stressed was the century's greatest understatement. On top of that he had his father nagging him about Quidditch and his diet and fit condition. That wasn't even the tip of the ice berg. Azura has been acting strange, and he understood she was going through things, but he couldn't help feel she was pushing him away.

All in all, he felt like a helpless bum in all aspects of his life.

So, he ran.

Cornelius ran not only to keep in shape, but he ran because he couldn't and wouldn't run away from his problems. Besides, exercise released endorphins.

Endorphins made people happy. Or so science says so.

On this crisp Scottish day, running was taking his breath away. The Slytherin boy ran, and pushed himself. When his legs burned, he only kept going, encouraging himself internally. His muscles ached. They told him to stop, but he did. And when he did, it was because his lungs burned. He stopped only because they told him to. His hands pinched his sides before resting on his knees, breathing had.

Killer run.

Ciara was in desperate need of some sunshine, and warm weather. She would even take any kind of warmer weather at this point. Today was a nice day for a nice walk around the grounds, and maybe sit by the lake and work on somethings.

As luck would have it, she had forgotten to bring any kind of work out with her. So it was just going to be a walk of the grounds. Perfect!

She took her time walking around, over the wooden bridge. Stopping in front the boys on his knees. ”Hello Mister Baltazar. Are you alright?” Still trying to figure out why he was on his knees.

07-06-2017, 03:34 AM	#83 (permalink)
SarcasticStrawberry Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2010 Location: Tatooine Posts: 7,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maisey Wilde Slytherin Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBA? Ravenclaw x5	❅ Purple Lightsaber ❅\| \| Captain Sarcastic \| Quote: Originally Posted by Deezerz Studying for OWLs sucked worse than troll boogies. Twelve subjects. Thanks to a special request from his lovely mother, he was taking them all. To say Cornelius was stressed was the century's greatest understatement. On top of that he had his father nagging him about Quidditch and his diet and fit condition. That wasn't even the tip of the ice berg. Azura has been acting strange, and he understood she was going through things, but he couldn't help feel she was pushing him away. All in all, he felt like a helpless bum in all aspects of his life. So, he ran. Cornelius ran not only to keep in shape, but he ran because he couldn't and wouldn't run away from his problems. Besides, exercise released endorphins. Endorphins made people happy. Or so science says so. On this crisp Scottish day, running was taking his breath away. The Slytherin boy ran, and pushed himself. When his legs burned, he only kept going, encouraging himself internally. His muscles ached. They told him to stop, but he did. And when he did, it was because his lungs burned. He stopped only because they told him to. His hands pinched his sides before resting on his knees, breathing had. Killer run. Ciara was in desperate need of some sunshine, and warm weather. She would even take any kind of warmer weather at this point. Today was a nice day for a nice walk around the grounds, and maybe sit by the lake and work on somethings. As luck would have it, she had forgotten to bring any kind of work out with her. So it was just going to be a walk of the grounds. Perfect! She took her time walking around, over the wooden bridge. Stopping in front the boys on his knees. ”Hello Mister Baltazar. Are you alright?” Still trying to figure out why he was on his knees. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Bread!