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NiallNIP · 01-23-2021, 06:02 PM

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Originally Posted by Bryn

"Looks like we'll have to turn around," Eden stated the obvious to her red-faced, out of breath running buddy, halting her run a few feet away from the gates to the grounds. Two winged boars stood guard against the the dark November sky. It wasn't even seven in the morning, and the sun had barely began to rise. The air was cold and damp.

Eden found like the bleak weather exactly appropriate for the current mood around school.

Two months had passed and she hated Hogwarts. No amount of cool magic castle could compensate for the daily injustice she experienced. Running had become her outlet. At first, they'd been little sprints and short jogs before breakfast; now she woke up to a dark sky and was out here for hours, some mornings until she vomited. It kept her kindling anger at bay throughout the school day. In the evenings she could try and learn magic (and French - she'd heard there was another magical school in France) by herself. And hang out with her friends, most notably Quinn. He was the first friend she'd made here and Hogwarts had provided them both with lots of shared trauma to bond over.

She'd invited him out for a run this morning.

"How are you feeling?" Because he wasn't performing very well. Eden had to slow down to keep up. These thoughts were unfair, and rude, but Eden wasn't a very gracious person, and she thought he had a lot of work to do. ~~Her love language was being critical, okay?~~ "We made it a pretty good ways out, ay?"

Oh, thank God, Quinn thought as Eden said it was time to turn around. When he accepted Eden's invitation to go on a morning run, he was thinking a brisk run around the lake, nothing too exhausting.

They had run around almost the entire grounds, and Quinn was not having a good time, to say the least. By a third of the way through, he was already lagging behind. Halfway, his legs were hurting. Three quarters and he could feel the sweat soaking through his undies. How could it be so cold, and yet he was too hot? Also, who thought it was a good idea to go on a run when he could barely breathe outside when he was just standing? Every breath he took felt like an ice knife stabbing him in the lungs.

Quinn was never one for phys ed, okay? Exercise made him feel bad. He was fine with his noodle limbs.

Quinn put his hands on his knees as they came to a stop, breathing heavily and raggedly. He couldn't much answer her question with words, so he just nodded and gave a thumbs up. He coughed loudly, rubbing his brow.

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NiallNIP Jarvey Join Date: Dec 2020 Location: Los Angeles!!!! Posts: 605 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox Robicheaux Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Felicity Morose Hufflepuff Fourth Year	The Gay Agenda™< >Homiesexual uwu Quote: Originally Posted by Bryn "Looks like we'll have to turn around," Eden stated the obvious to her red-faced, out of breath running buddy, halting her run a few feet away from the gates to the grounds. Two winged boars stood guard against the the dark November sky. It wasn't even seven in the morning, and the sun had barely began to rise. The air was cold and damp. Eden found like the bleak weather exactly appropriate for the current mood around school. Two months had passed and she hated Hogwarts. No amount of cool magic castle could compensate for the daily injustice she experienced. Running had become her outlet. At first, they'd been little sprints and short jogs before breakfast; now she woke up to a dark sky and was out here for hours, some mornings until she vomited. It kept her kindling anger at bay throughout the school day. In the evenings she could try and learn magic (and French - she'd heard there was another magical school in France) by herself. And hang out with her friends, most notably Quinn. He was the first friend she'd made here and Hogwarts had provided them both with lots of shared trauma to bond over. She'd invited him out for a run this morning. "How are you feeling?" Because he wasn't performing very well. Eden had to slow down to keep up. These thoughts were unfair, and rude, but Eden wasn't a very gracious person, and she thought he had a lot of work to do. ~~Her love language was being critical, okay?~~ "We made it a pretty good ways out, ay?" Oh, thank God, Quinn thought as Eden said it was time to turn around. When he accepted Eden's invitation to go on a morning run, he was thinking a brisk run around the lake, nothing too exhausting. They had run around almost the entire grounds, and Quinn was not having a good time, to say the least. By a third of the way through, he was already lagging behind. Halfway, his legs were hurting. Three quarters and he could feel the sweat soaking through his undies. How could it be so cold, and yet he was too hot? Also, who thought it was a good idea to go on a run when he could barely breathe outside when he was just standing? Every breath he took felt like an ice knife stabbing him in the lungs. Quinn was never one for phys ed, okay? Exercise made him feel bad. He was fine with his noodle limbs. Quinn put his hands on his knees as they came to a stop, breathing heavily and raggedly. He couldn't much answer her question with words, so he just nodded and gave a thumbs up. He coughed loudly, rubbing his brow.