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AlwaysSnapesGirl · 03-06-2021, 03:47 AM

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Gabriel didn't usually like to disrupt others' exercising. It was one of those things where, sometimes he could talk and exercise at the same time, but he had to be mentally prepared for it. So he assumed others felt the same. And today he had not mentally prepared to talk and exercise at the same time. But...he also hadn't mentally prepared to ride a stationary bike, so he whirled the machine for a few minutes in silence after the Real Auror--Grimm? Was that her name? He thought so.

But then he stopped spinning, and glanced in the direction of the Auror and the punching bag whilst he worked up the courage to actually ask his question. It was a little nerve-wracking, as he didn't want to become a punching bag, literally or metaphorically.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt--" he began, still sitting on the stationary bike with one leg on the pedal and the other dangling awkwardly. "Is, is it always like this? With everyone on edge? And angry?" He hadn't forgotten the hullabaloo at the gala.

He had only been in London for a little over a year, after all. Maybe there was always this...uncomfortableness in a society that lived so closely with Muggles. He knew his grandparents hadn't really liked Muggles, they'd even wanted his family to disown his older brother, but only a very small percent of his life had been spent in cities with large Muggle populations. He did not quite understand why some wizards didn't like them.

Another set complete... And he was speaking again.

Luckily, the exercise had been working for her. Any earlier, and Penelope knew she wouldn't have been able to tolerate a conversation, especially one leading to the very topic she'd been angry about. The anger was still there, but more at a simmer now, more manageable, no longer threatening to make her explode at the next person unfortunate enough to talk to her.

She shook her head. "No, this is new. It's not supposed to be like this." 'Course, things weren't always sunshine and rainbows either, especially in the MLE department, but all of this tension, this anger... Penelope hadn't felt it in a long time. It shouldn't have been coming from her place of work, of all places.

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AlwaysSnapesGirl St Mungos Mod 4 Privet Drive Mod Clabbert Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Narnia Posts: 19,357 Hogwarts RPG Name: Zephyr Amstern Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Florence Schultz Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tristan Rivers Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Antony Vexmoor Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nathaniel Hensley Slytherin Second Year x7 x1	Baguette \| there is no D in my name \| TRAITORclaw \| Queenie of Narnia Quote: Originally Posted by Waddles Gabriel didn't usually like to disrupt others' exercising. It was one of those things where, sometimes he could talk and exercise at the same time, but he had to be mentally prepared for it. So he assumed others felt the same. And today he had not mentally prepared to talk and exercise at the same time. But...he also hadn't mentally prepared to ride a stationary bike, so he whirled the machine for a few minutes in silence after the Real Auror--Grimm? Was that her name? He thought so. But then he stopped spinning, and glanced in the direction of the Auror and the punching bag whilst he worked up the courage to actually ask his question. It was a little nerve-wracking, as he didn't want to become a punching bag, literally or metaphorically. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt--" he began, still sitting on the stationary bike with one leg on the pedal and the other dangling awkwardly. "Is, is it always like this? With everyone on edge? And angry?" He hadn't forgotten the hullabaloo at the gala. He had only been in London for a little over a year, after all. Maybe there was always this...uncomfortableness in a society that lived so closely with Muggles. He knew his grandparents hadn't really liked Muggles, they'd even wanted his family to disown his older brother, but only a very small percent of his life had been spent in cities with large Muggle populations. He did not quite understand why some wizards didn't like them. Another set complete... And he was speaking again. Luckily, the exercise had been working for her. Any earlier, and Penelope knew she wouldn't have been able to tolerate a conversation, especially one leading to the very topic she'd been angry about. The anger was still there, but more at a simmer now, more manageable, no longer threatening to make her explode at the next person unfortunate enough to talk to her. She shook her head. "No, this is new. It's not supposed to be like this." 'Course, things weren't always sunshine and rainbows either, especially in the MLE department, but all of this tension, this anger... Penelope hadn't felt it in a long time. It shouldn't have been coming from her place of work, of all places. __________________ if we fall, we will fall together; and when we rise, we will rise together__________________♥♥♥♥ together we are dangerous; together with our differences; together we are bolder, braver, stronger