Originally Posted by Anna Banana

Maddie glanced down at her clothes, which were the closest thing she had to 'running clothes', seeing as she'd been a Quidditch player last school year. Again, she was used to this sort of thing, but did it have to be so often and so early? She didn't see HIM running laps. She glanced up when the Divination professor greeted them. "Good morning," she said, her voice having an uncertainty to it. She still didn't know what to think of this guy. He hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, but it had to be miserable being Scrimgeour's puppet.

Her jaw dropped when the sergeant ordered a few of the professor's to run laps, as well. Could he even do that? She also fought the urge to correct him and add the Professor title to the name Stewart. What a turd this man was. She gave Professor Stewart an apologetic look. So five laps it was, hmm? Maddie sighed softly to herself then took off. As soon as she was a good distance away, she removed a very small folded up piece of parchment from her pocket and re-read what she'd written in a forced handwriting different from her on.
...and this was how a person very slowly starting planting the idea of rebellion into everyone else's minds. "Psst," she said, whispering to the kid beside her. "Here. Take it."