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It was safe to say that Jessa Cambridge hated exercise. Running. Skipping. Flying. Sports. Movement that required too much of her. Absolutely hated it. There was a reason that for the last 6 years, on any given day of the week here the girl remained inside the castle. All this outdoor stuff.....not a fan.
Having not been asleep when the message rang out, she didn’t move sluggishly to the pitch—but she wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion either. No. The Head Girl arrived in her school uniform, ready for the classes of the day, not for ....this.
Jessa scowled as she made her way over to the others by the pitch, giving her own head of house very little in the way of acknowledgement. The woman was no Hirsch and she hadn’t liked her in a long time, not since that whole muggle incident. That whole year had been a weird one, an uncomfortable one.
Her schoolmates all got nods of greeting before she looked to the new Headmaster. “I’d like to be excused. I’ve got asthma and don’t fancy a trip to the hospital wing so I can run in circles. Please.” The last word an afterthought to be polite but really, the brisk early morning Scottish air mixed with physical exertion was precisely what she DIDN’T need.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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