Looking around him as he walked his warm up, Dorian heard and saw glimpses of defiance all around him. The new Headmaster was really not in most people's good books and he had noticed that even some of the professors were not fond of the man either. Hey, he didn't get in to Ravenclaw because he was good at studying. He got in that House because he was observant and he was especially interested in seeing people's reactions.

He was probably going to become one of the most hated people at the school for even thinking this. But he did not think these morning excercises were a bad thing. What he DID have a problem with was his choice of words. Like they were some sort of military camp instead of a school. Now THAT he did not like but what could he do about it? The worst thing that could happen was getting a detention. And honestly, he did NOT want to find out what that man thought what detention meant.

Oh no wait, losing points would be the worst! Yes, definitely...

Anyway, when he found that his muscles were all warmed up, he picked up the pace and joined the back of the group. He passed by students who were taking their time and halfway through the first lap he started to feel it.

A stinging , painful feeling and the Ravenclaw stopped to grab his side. He still needed 4 and a half laps and he was already having pain in his side. Merlin's Beard he was going to miss breakfast!

Taking a deep breath, something he realised that he should NOT have been doing a second too late, the Ravenclaw went back to jogging. He just had to run off the pain and eventually he'd get better at it and finally he had managed to run one lap.

Just one lap and he was covered in sweat, his side hurt, his ears started to ring like hell because of the bloodflow and his breathing had become irregular because he was not used to this . He wanted nothing more than to cry. "How...how do i breathe?!" He gasped as he looked around for help.