 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
At first his pace on the treadmill was slow, but as every few minutes went by it got gradually faster. It definitely wasn't full speed, but it was enough to make his heart start pounding and cause little beads of sweat to take form. This he paid no mind to; it was expected when one worked out indoors opposed to going for a run in Britain's cold winter, which was something he was known to do from time to time.
He was beginning his cool-down on the treadmill and now pacing himself at a steady jog when another body joined him in the room. Naturally, his Auror instincts had kicked in and he side-eyed the man before fully turning his head toward him. He couldn't pin a name to the scrawny fellow, so Frankie figured he must've been new. He Had to have been given the way he was looking at the treadmills.
"I would recommend having a go at this one," he said, pointing a thumb at the machine to his right. "That one," -- he pointed to the treadmill at his left -- "tends to have a mind of its own."
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