Ewan was honestly glad that Schmoe hadn’t noticed he wasn’t singing because he did not want to sing it and really didn’t fancy being forced to in class either. Would he have been stubborn enough to get detention over it? Possibly but thankfully, he’d never have to find that out. Instead, all he had to do was put on his best fake smile and rotate his arms around in a circular motion. Thankfully, this was something he could do and honestly, didn’t mind doing. Exercise and stretches were exactly what he needed. Something to keep his mind busy.

As for the questions… “For me, group exercises keep me motivated. I love the competition. If there’s someone else who’s doing better than me, It makes me want to push harder and also, it gives you something to aim for”. For a Ravenclaw, he sure did sound like a Gryffindor but hey, he just loved a little good natured competition.

And going off Blake said, “When you’re in a full pool of water, it can really help rehabilitation for those who have injuries. Like Blake said, it’s easier on the joints and also, you can do it at any age” . He’d never personally had to rehabilitate as such but he’d heard good things.

After several rotations with his left arm, Ewan moved to his right, rotating it clockwise and then counter clockwise. Some of the pent up stress that had been building up over the last few weeks was slowly leaving his body and if it wasn’t clear in his posture, the prefect certainly looked happier as a small smile spread across his face.