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Originally Posted by
griffin 
Isa was up fairly early in the morning going for a run by the lake. Had to stay in shape for quidditch season, you know. She would need to be at the top of her game if the Hufflepuff team was going to have any chance of winning this year. Her feelings about being captain were a mix of excitement and inadequacy; with little experience in real quidditch matches she had a lot to learn and she was afraid of letting everyone down. It was also going to be difficult to balance quidditch with her other activities such as orchestra and choir. She was interested in participating in the drama club and maybe auditioning for the musical too, but she didn’t have time to do everything and with OWLs this year, she was going to need more time to study. This would also mean she had less time to play with her rabbits and tend to her plants, which Isa enjoyed. Still running, Isa tried to clear her mind of the stress and worry. It was quite meditative, really. She paid attention to the rhythmic sound of her feet repeatedly hitting the ground, felt the cool breeze on her face, and noticed her surroundings. The lake was sparkling in the morning sun, the grass soft beneath her shoes and slightly damp against her bare ankles. All was peaceful outside, and Isa was calmed within. Paul was not running. Or exercising all that much in general, lately. Just...you know, relaxing. Meditating. Yoga. All things that required peace and tranquility and most importantly,
quiet.
It was when he was out taking a stroll along the lake that he saw Isa running her little heart out. He waited until she was passing closer by to him and smiled and waved.
"Hello, Isa, m'dear! How are you this wonderful morning?" he said in a loud, clear voice. There were a few others running around on this slightly bright morning. The sun was peeking out fairly shyly, saying HELLLLOOooOOoo in its pretty way. His white hair almost looked yellow in the glow.
...he had forgotten his morning tea. Oops.