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Leon was trying to work up a good sweat and keep his mind off of things... The nineteen year old was standing in a corner by the punching bag, wrapping his hands in tape as he took a breath and clenched his fists.
The former Ravenclaw's mind was working a million miles an hour as he faced the punching bag..
Thump, thump.. thwack..
Two jabs and a left hook sent the punching bag into motion, and the grey eyed boys feet were starting to jump around a little as he kept hitting the bag.. Left hook, jab, jab, right hook..
For awhile the punches were pretty rhythmic, Leon was getting into a good pattern and for several minutes all that was heard was just heavy breaths and the punching bag being hit around. However as the boys mind started to wander, his punches started to get harder.. Until there were no more jabs, just outright wailing on the poor punching bag.
Finally he stopped, and leaned his head on the bag, gulping for air.. |