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Wood'sLittleFlower · 02-21-2019, 05:28 AM

If anyone thought that this boy wasn't keeping up, they'd be wrong. He wasn't even distracted. Nope. Not today. He was PUMPED. Something about winning recently and maybe things finally going okay again had the boy's spirit bright and shiny today.

After hitting a bludger away from himself, the boy grinned and scrambled for his broom. These weights were definitely going to be integrated into his workout routines. Maybe a part of the running? Yeah. Probably that. But in the meantime, he grabbed a broom and pushed off, struggling the tiniest bit to get used to moving a little more sluggish with it but... all in all, this wasn't so bad. It felt good. The kind of good that went with knowing he'd be sore in the morning because he did good and his muscles were fully aware.

He adjusted the weight around his middle quickly, ducking under a bludger, and dropping the bat from his hand. Alright alright. It was race time now. Right so..

3... 2.... 1....

Zooooooom.

Err.... Not quite.

In his head, he'd gone 0 to 60 kinda like a kneazle in the pursuit of a rogue mouse but... yeah... the extra weight had other plans. He leaned forward, his chest getting closer and closer to the handle but it was hardly helping. And MERLIN. Had all of his muscle and height caused him to be the heaviest player? Cue lots of sheepish looks around and a hint of red in his cheeks, which he'd easily explain away as wind burn as he sped after the others.

02-21-2019, 05:28 AM	#26 (permalink)
Wood'sLittleFlower DMLE & DMAC Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,953 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Third Year	Hi hi we've been here sorry sorry Ern's Walmart Greeter If anyone thought that this boy wasn't keeping up, they'd be wrong. He wasn't even distracted. Nope. Not today. He was PUMPED. Something about winning recently and maybe things finally going okay again had the boy's spirit bright and shiny today. After hitting a bludger away from himself, the boy grinned and scrambled for his broom. These weights were definitely going to be integrated into his workout routines. Maybe a part of the running? Yeah. Probably that. But in the meantime, he grabbed a broom and pushed off, struggling the tiniest bit to get used to moving a little more sluggish with it but... all in all, this wasn't so bad. It felt good. The kind of good that went with knowing he'd be sore in the morning because he did good and his muscles were fully aware. He adjusted the weight around his middle quickly, ducking under a bludger, and dropping the bat from his hand. Alright alright. It was race time now. Right so.. 3... 2.... 1.... Zooooooom. Err.... Not quite. In his head, he'd gone 0 to 60 kinda like a kneazle in the pursuit of a rogue mouse but... yeah... the extra weight had other plans. He leaned forward, his chest getting closer and closer to the handle but it was hardly helping. And MERLIN. Had all of his muscle and height caused him to be the heaviest player? Cue lots of sheepish looks around and a hint of red in his cheeks, which he'd easily explain away as wind burn as he sped after the others. __________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e