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sweetpinkpixie · 06-17-2018, 11:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom

With her little black notebook in hand, along with her broom and timer, she headed out to the Quidditch pitch to work on meeting one of her mini goals. Her focus of the day was speed. She wanted to quicken the time it took her to race from one end of the pitch to the other.

To make things a little more fun, she planned to meet Derf on the pitch so the two of them could work on their long term assignments together. The day was unseasonably warm and the sky was a brilliant blue dotted with a few sparse clouds. Perfect weather for fitness.

Upon her arrival to the pitch, she placed her things on the ground and began some light stretching while she waited for Derf to arrive. Nothing as fancy as they had done in class, no, she would leave the fancy stretching for the older folks. A few simple toe touches and arm raises were enough to get her loosened up for flight.

Derf had his little black notebook on hand...but it was still very much blank. Instead what he had folded within its seams was the suggested workout schedule and goals for those hoping to achieve U-17 status after the coming spring trials. The list was...long, and the only bit he felt truly confident about was the expectations of how much a beater hopeful ought to be able to lift. So he was looking over this list as he approached, it taped to the back of the cover of his notebook adjacent the title page he had drawn up earlier. These wind sprints and how quickly he was expected to run 2 km was a bit worrisome in all honesty.

Peeking up as he felt the ground beneath his feet change, indicating that he was on the pitch now, Derf easily spotted the younger girl and offered her a small wave as he balanced his journal and broom in his arms. "Hiya!" he greeted, coming to a stop and setting his journal down while leaving it open to the expectations.

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