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FIVE laps? Around THIS pitch? It's more likely than you think. But it was huge.
Abra didn't know what to think, though he instantly had to mentally rebuke himself for even daring to hope that this running exercise might be of a reasonable distance, judging by the general demeanour of the man who was setting the task. Abra was a Quidditch player, yes, he had had a certain level of fitness instilled in him from how much walking and stair-climbing was necessary just to get to and from his common room and classes, sure, and he had a naturally small and light Seeker's physique, OKAY, but a runner he was not. There was, after all, no need to run in Quidditch.
With any luck, the muscle and fitness he had inadvertently worked on through all that swimming in the summer would help him out, but Abra still didn't see himself completing five laps of the pitch with anything remotely close to ease. That being said, he didn't raise a fuss, didn't even dare attempt to talk his way out of it, and resigned himself absolutely to the task at hand. He knew it was true, about morning exercise being good for you - his Healer had mentioned it so many times that he'd long since lost count - but that didn't mean he had to like it, or being forced into it. Or this early morning business. It was completely lost on him why there were so many smiling faces present, but he wished they'd take their smiles far away from him.
Biting back a sigh with great difficulty, Abra turned towards the pitch and began jogging along with the general throng of people. It was tempting to try and go fast, to get the laps finished sooner, but even Abra knew that he needed to pace himself, that he'd never be able to maintain a sprint at that distance. Already the fresh morning air was feeling a little too crisp in his lungs for his liking.
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