you wanna fite? | 💚 nickleback 💚 | Uh, anyway. five laps.
five laps around the pitch. even when at her most athletic Julie doubted she would have managed five laps around the quidditch pitch with any sort of ease, let alone after a summer of mis-spent days on the couch feeling sorrow for herself and eating sugar quills.
The Seventh Year stretched out her long legs, making sure to pull down the edges of her light grey jogging shorts (which matched her light grey jogging jacket) as she bent over lest they ride up too high, and then, rising up again Julie allowed her eyes to wander over the other students as they warmed up or got straight into the jog. Many already looked tired, but some, miraculously, looked bright and ready for the morning's exercise.
Julie was in neither category. she was neither excited nor upset, but simply ready to get this over with and start the day on her own terms. Ignoring the third years, Zoryn, Derf, the professors, Scrimgeour and the unhelpful sight of Jesse Cambridge, Julie tossed back her hair and - with her lazy muscles straining - began to jog, lightly to start. an after warm-up warm-up.
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