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Kimothy · 09-09-2018, 08:43 AM

Text Cut: Jackson and Peeves

Drew was very much panting as he went towards the side to let the other students overtake and finish their laps. He had one last round to make, and he was hoping to keep the pain on his side at bay. It didn't seem to him that their new headmaster was the type to stop a student from running even when they were already in pain. He felt like his insides were screaming at him.

The Ravenclaw then reached out for the bottle and accepted it from their prefect. "Th—" BREATHE. "Th-thank you..." Drew then took a quick sip first to savour the water and then gulping down the contents. He'd survive the rest of the lap now. The third year gave back to the bottle, and flashed a tired but grateful smile at Jackson before going back on track. He couldn't see where Hud was anymore, probably already done with his last lap, so he was all alone now to finish this one.

Drew purposely ignored that his stomach was starting to feel very weird and he continued to force him skinny legs to make more steps. He was keeping his pace steady, jogging instead of walking this time so he could get this over and done with. He was so close and he could very much sob in happiness at it. Breakfast was waiting for him. IT WAS. That was until Peeves started flinging food at them, and that annoying but scary high-pitched giggle made his head pound. The thirteen year old had managed to dodge a soaring buttered waffle and watched it land on the ground.

...He had considered eating a waffle for breakfast, but now that had lost its appeal. His stomach feeling uneasy and his head aching was an awful combination. When he finally finally finally was done with his fifth and last lap, Drew placed his hands on his sides. Breathe in, breathe out. He wasn't going to do anything embarrassing. Don't faint. Don't faint.

........Nope. He wasn't going to faint, but he couldn't deal with it anymore. Sure his laps were done, but Drew excused himself to make his way to the side and vommed out his dinner from last night. Sick, he was going to be very sick. His dislike for forced physical activity only heightened.

09-09-2018, 08:43 AM	#189 (permalink)
Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,918 Hogwarts RPG Name: Astrid Grimaldi Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nikita Vitvinina-Grahn Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ascella Archer Hufflepuff Fifth Year x12	Oops Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Text Cut: Jackson and Peeves Quote: Originally Posted by Dokimoto After helping himself to another gulp of water, Jackson heard someone take up his offer. He looked over at the younger boy and headed toward him, directing him off a little to the side. He pointed his wand at the water bottle again and filled it quickly. "Aguamenti!" He handed the bottle over, already prepared to refill it. + Peeves post here lol Drew was very much panting as he went towards the side to let the other students overtake and finish their laps. He had one last round to make, and he was hoping to keep the pain on his side at bay. It didn't seem to him that their new headmaster was the type to stop a student from running even when they were already in pain. He felt like his insides were screaming at him. The Ravenclaw then reached out for the bottle and accepted it from their prefect. "Th—" BREATHE. "Th-thank you..." Drew then took a quick sip first to savour the water and then gulping down the contents. He'd survive the rest of the lap now. The third year gave back to the bottle, and flashed a tired but grateful smile at Jackson before going back on track. He couldn't see where Hud was anymore, probably already done with his last lap, so he was all alone now to finish this one. Drew purposely ignored that his stomach was starting to feel very weird and he continued to force him skinny legs to make more steps. He was keeping his pace steady, jogging instead of walking this time so he could get this over and done with. He was so close and he could very much sob in happiness at it. Breakfast was waiting for him. IT WAS. That was until Peeves started flinging food at them, and that annoying but scary high-pitched giggle made his head pound. The thirteen year old had managed to dodge a soaring buttered waffle and watched it land on the ground. ...He had considered eating a waffle for breakfast, but now that had lost its appeal. His stomach feeling uneasy and his head aching was an awful combination. When he finally finally finally was done with his fifth and last lap, Drew placed his hands on his sides. Breathe in, breathe out. He wasn't going to do anything embarrassing. Don't faint. Don't faint. ........Nope. He wasn't going to faint, but he couldn't deal with it anymore. Sure his laps were done, but Drew excused himself to make his way to the side and vommed out his dinner from last night. Sick, he was going to be very sick. His dislike for forced physical activity only heightened. __________________ It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling...