 *too lazy for metric so pretend he is thinking in that* Maddie's note too! astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf
The sixth year wasn't too sure what all to make of that look, but it made him feel somewhat comfortable. It was one of approval and, well, with approval came a brand of validation, you know? Though the headmaster's words once again were what brought about the unease and in a BIG way. So...there would be no team building then...this was an individual challenge? "Oh..." he said, feeling a bit crestfallen. "Okay..." To make matters worse was what he said to Jessa, the bit about her losing her breakfast privileges. While Derf had never been a fan of food in lessons...he now hoped that the usual suspects came equipped so Jessa could get something.
Starvation...was NOT a teaching technique.
So, while the man began to address the crowd and instruct, the Hufflepuff moved beside his (best?) friend and nudged her gently. "I'll sneak something out of the Great Hall for you if it comes to that, don't worry," he assured her. He could easily manage a banana and muffin at least since the pockets of his robes still had the undetectable extension charm on them from...Scamander days.
Just laps though? That didn't seem too bad, even if five was sorta a lot even for an athlete like himself. A quidditch pitch was five hundred feet long and a hundred and eighty feet wide...and seeing as there were 5 tomatoes in a mile...yikes. Though there WAS something to be said about the points he was making about morning exercise being good...because that WAS true. His U-17 quidditch trainer had even listed 8 benefits of it and, well, it was partly why the 16-year-old had been able to bulk up over the summer. Working those hormones to his advantage, he could get behind that. You know, testosterone and stuff naturally circulating at their peaking during the early morning and a lot less in the afternoon and evening...and release those endorphins!
SOMETHING good had to come from all the raging hormones he had, you know?
And, well, honestly...a lot of the progress that had been made with his own anxiety and coping emotionally with all his trauma...had been boosted by his morning exercise routine.
So it was, after a few more stretches, that Derf took off at a brisk jog himself. Though, as he jogged, that unsettled feeling back to sink in again. He wasn't to help his classmates who were struggling? Was that not the role of a prefect though? How did THIS foster a safe environment if peers couldn't provide emotional support and stuff when it was necessary. And...what exactly was the kind of encouragement the man kept uncomfortably stressing?
His pace was slowing a bit as he thought about all this, but he made a decision that set his heart and mind at ease...and thus his pace increased and he unknowingly stepped right on the note Maddie had dropped, pushing it down into the damp ground of the pitch.
Some mud with that rebellion?
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