... was this man serious?
Daehyun had been beyond upset about headmistress Hawthorne's departure and didn't like the new guy at all - those were things established at the feast. But, this? Running laps around the Quidditch pitch every single morning?! He fought hard to keep in a snort when Scrimgeour said it would improve mental and physical energy. Why wasn't he running along, then?
And the other thing that irked him - did the guy actually make professors run, too? Who in the world did he think he was?
Because he'd never been a good actor and couldn't contain the displeasure on his face, Daehyun turned away and kicked off on a light sprint, huffing and puffing, his eyes rolled so far back that they might stay that way at the guy's words. Now one thing he didn't want was to lose house points or serve detention. There was no chance he was going to actually finish the five laps, but he was going to follow orders... for the moment.
__________________ ♪♫ As if it's a puzzle, the overlapping heartbeats,
We are still incomplete, which is why we are perfect. ♪♫
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