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The Pitch is home to the flying lessons at Hogwarts and is surrounded by the Stands. When Quidditch is hosted at Hogwarts, the Stands are decorated in the colors of the playing teams. When not in use, the Pitch is open for students and staff to practice their flying skills.
Want to set up a friendly game of Quidditch or Creaothceann? A quick chat with the flying instructor Mr. Baldvinsson, and he will grant you permission to the necessary equipment locked away in the Broomshed.
Usage of the Pitch is a privilege which can be revoked. Please play nicely, kids. If brooms or equipment have been borrowed, please handle with care if you wish to borrow them again.
Be safe, show sportsmanship and have fun!
Note: The pitch might be reserved for Quidditch practice. Please check the schedule if the pitch is booked by a team.
Lex was approaching the end of her second lap around the Quidditch pitch... Not only was she exhausted from not sleeping, but she was in PAIN. Tears welled up in her eyes as she clutched a stitch in her side. She wasn't going to cry. She wouldn't let that happen. Surely the new Headmaster would see crying as some sort of weakness.
"Oof," she groaned. She was beginning to feel sick - her breath was coming in sharp, unsteady gasps. She wanted to slow down, or better yet, just stop and sit for a while.
Her body seemed to take that as a cue or something, because after another couple of minutes, as she neared the end of her third lap and thought to herself, I'm more than halfway there. Merlin, this is horrible -
*THUMP*
Aaaaaand, she was on the ground, covered in mud. Great.
Had she tripped, or had her legs given out? She wasn't sure. Still gasping for breath, Lex tried to get back on her feet.
Suddenly she let out a high-pitched noise. "AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" She fell back to the ground, clutching her leg and whimpering. Great, she'd sprained her ankle, or something. Whatever her clumsy self had just done, it HURT.
It couldn't be too bad to sit here for a moment, at least to catch her breath. While she sat in the mud, gritting her teeth, she asked herself whether it would be worth it to get up and walk her remaining laps - maybe this pain was something she could walk off? She'd take a moment to pull herself together.
The long walk from her dorm room to the pitch was enough to lessen the ringing in her ears from the overly loud morning wake up call. Her achy shoulder was still very much a thing though however.
Arriving at the pitch with several minutes to spare, Rylee greeted the new Headmaster and professors with a polite 'Good morning' and a smile as per usual for her. The student leaders all received a warm friendly smile and 'hellos' as well as did most of the others already there.
Running wasn't an issue for her. It was being told they HAD to run that didn't seem fair. However she was rocking lightly on the heels of her sneakers waiting to be told what to do. The action quickly halting when hearing that anyone that didn't run would lose House points, serve detention, and have privileges revoked. That was seriously messed up! Running was supposed to be fun, not a chore and certainly not something they would get in trouble over.
Still rather conflicted on all of this, Rylee did what she normally would when she needed to clear her head. She ran. Or went to work on her Quidditch skills... or flower crowns or played with the creatures. Only she was already out here on the pitch. So running it was.
Steady even strides as she started off on her first lap around the pitch.
Callum had decided very early on that the Headmaster was the back end of a donkey.. Being woken as if they were in a militaristic school was about as lovely as being bitten by a hippogriff.. This term's goal... Find a way to have HIM removed from his position
He had begrudgingly rolled out of bed and jammed on his sweat pants, grabbed his jumper. Through the castle and out to the pitch he trudged. " Bloody barkin' 'e is..", he grumbled to himself as he pulled on his hoody.
Callum had great timing.. He always did. Even when he was a wee one he had that gift. Just as he was starting to scan his fellow schoolmates for someone he knew to run with he spotted his sister.. SWEET!
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The fact that even first years were not excluded from this made Kay even more angry. This isn’t wasn’t they came to Hogwarts for, to be bullied into doing laps around the Quidditch pitch. She reasoned that many of them were only complying because they were afraid to get into trouble. “Good morning to you,’’ she said to the Gryffindor girl named Stella, Abraham, Thadius, Stasya, Chang-Woo, Tessa, Septimus, Anabeth, Daehyun, Bettie, Derf, Hanna, Anna and Maddie when they greeted the group. Daisy... as for Daisy, the woman just stared. Nice eyes... right.
Tristan received a warm smile. He had been one of those who had remained seated at the Feast and she knew he was not a happy camper with these turns of events. “Hello, Gaston, Kalen.’’Calvin, however, was pointedly ignored, returning the favour.
Kaysha watched as more students arrived, a lot of them none too happy about the entire situation, some still looking sleepy, some wanting to help. Hearing Jessa’s words, she shot a sharp look to the dictator Headmaster. “I refuse to have any of my students run any laps and put themselves in danger,’’ she said calmly though her eyes seemed to be blazing which made her miss Maddie’s apologetic look.
When Scrimgeour asked her name, she did not reply. Obviously he knew who she was. He was that good enough to observe that she had not risen to her feet for him at the Feast. She was quite tempted to say something sarcastic, which was unlike her. She shot a look at Tristan. “They don’t deserve this,’’ she countered, eyes moving back to Scrimgeour. “They’re just children or teenagers, not adults. This is not a military school where they have to be treated as though they are training for the military.’’
With those words, Kaysha refused to budge from where she stood. She stood up for what she believed in even if it meant that she stood alone. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Foster take off. Her heart sank a bit for she hoped he would support her. Now she shook her head at Kalen and Tristan. She wasn’t going to do something she didn’t want the kids to do.
The Muggle Studies woman looked out at the group of students and other professors, some of whom were jogging, walking or stretching. “Can’t you see that there are a lot of them who can’t manage this? You’re not even human, are you, Scrimgeour?’’ There was a pointed glare at his metal arm, her statement meaning that he lacked a heart. But with that, she hurried to Dorian whom was the first she had noticed that he looked on the verge of tears. “Thank you for helping him, Mr. Ashbury- Hawthorne. Five points to Hufflepuff. Mr. Katharos? Do you need help getting back to the common room?’’
And...
"Can someone assist, Ms. Stone?" The second year was very much obvious in pain.
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Kimi was halfway through his second lap but he was struggling and the sweat was really too much and was getting in his eyes and before he knew it he tripped and fell smack into the mud and shouted "Ouch" Kimi was holding his knee which was out of place and he put his hand up to find his glasses only to see that they werent there and sighed he was going to get it from his mum once she found out
It hurt. It already hurt. Not in his legs or anything, but in his lungs. Abra didn't think he was necessarily unfit - he did swim a fair bit for fun, enough to keep himself in shape - but something about running outside in what was, to him, the cold air... it was just kind of painful. He wasn't at all used to it, but he didn't dare stop. Nobody could say that he didn't try, and it wasn't like he had a very good reason to not give it a go, not like Jessa did.
Around him, people were striking up conversations as they ran, but Abra found himself silently pleading that nobody tried to talk to him. He could only imagine that it would make breathing more difficult than it already was, which would make running more difficult, which would mean he'd need to slow down and walk, which would prolong this entire predicament and might even make him miss breakfast.
How long had he been running for? It was hard to tell, but it already felt like forever, and Abra had barely completed one lap. His lungs were searing uncomfortably, though the rest of his body was actually starting to warm up a bit, and he could hardly imagine completing that same distance a whole five more- woahhhhhkay. First year down!
Not too far away from him, Abra spotted Lucas hit the deck, and he automatically went straight over to where he and some other first years were gathered. He just... wanted to check the kid was okay and admittedly it did give him a chance to recover for a moment.
"Lucas? ... You okay?" Abra asked his young housemate between great breaths, crouching down to one knee and hoping against hope that Scrimgeour wouldn't start barking at Lucas for taking too long to get back up or something, all the while figuring that it was only a matter of time until they were all ordered to start running again. "Can you... are you okay to... get up?" Anything broken??? Abra looked up at Stella and the other boy nearby. "You two okay?" The boy was rubbing his nose and Stella looked like she was struggling to breathe much worse than Abra was, so it seemed a reasonable question.
Stella who was still breathing quite hard looked over at Abra. Taking a breath she shook her head. "N...no I got asthma but I didn't dare tell our new "Headmaster'. she said. Although she was helping Lucas she was catching her breath but her lungs still felt like they were on fire. She didn't want to get in trouble and lose Gryffindor points, she didn't want to do that at all not wheb she was trying to help them win the house cup. She felt like she was going to faint at any moment. 'Keep it together Stella!' she thought to herself.
Last thing they needed was the Headmaster to bark orders telling them to get up. Stella wasn't the type of person who left someone down when they were hurt, it wasn't who she was. Maybe it was her Hufflepuff side that was showing or so that was part of her mother, she didn't know but she always been like this. She was helping a friend, surely the Headmaster could understand that right? Who was she kidding? This was Mr. Stone face beady eye, he probably didn't have any friends! Ok...that was a bit mean, but probably true though.
I’m right, you’re wrong. They don’t call me a Seer for nothing.
The fact some of his colleagues seemed to be blatantly ignoring him did nothing to ruffle the man’s feathers. He was not here to be their friend and none of them signed his paychecks. The fact some students also seemed to was a bit more cause for concern but the term was still young and with time they would learn to fall in line.
Fletcher raised an unimpressed brow at the Gryffindor to show up in her sleepwear (Zoryn), thinking her perhaps as defiant as the Head Girl had been. “I don’t believe the Headmaster stuttered when delivering his message. You were instructed to dress appropriately. 10 points from Gryffindor.” Now she and her Ravenclaw friend could be matching. Both not dressed for the morning run and now both short ten points. If they both kept that pace up, they would find themselves matching in more ways yet.
For now his attention was drawn by the defiant words of a particular Slytherin (Skyler). “And 10 from Slytherin. You lot are on a roll this morning.” He paused only as the creature Professor interjected to suggest she walk with them, finding his actions meddlesome if nothing else. “You’ll be wise, young lady, to in future remember who you’re talking to. The Headmaster gave clear instructions. Far be it from you to decide what he does with his own staff.” Or had she too forgotten herself? Scrimgeour was in a position to set tasks for staff that did not fall in line.
Calvin looked to Stewart. She was again proving to be the sort of disruptive element the school did not need, but it wasn’t for him to decide. He left her to Scrimgeour. Instead, he watched as several students began falling over themselves, one in particular distress. (Lex)
“Where is the Healer? That one will need to be sorted so she can resume her laps.” Injury was no excuse for laziness.
Noble had been here on time and watching closely under the far set of hoops, a travel mug of coffee in one hand. He looked thoroughly unfazed by the early wake up call, looking as stern as ever. Even from here though, he could see the whining and moaning.
Honestly, he didn't know what all the complaining was about. A quidditch pitch was approximately five hundred feet long and a hundred and eighty feet wide...which equated to a circumference of about 1,180ft. Five times that was around 5,900ft, or just over a mile. Seriously, even at a slow walking pace it shouldn't take more than twenty minutes. Some of his hyperactive Gryffindor students, way less than that.
"Chop chop, or you'll miss breakfast!" he shouted out to those rounding the bend towards him. The fourth years had a potions class straight after breakfast, and he wouldn't take kindly to any latecomers...whatever excuse they brought with them. He'd been here trying to clean up student attitudes for two years now, it was about time he got some support from other staff on the discipline front.
Professor Davis simply received a look before Beth deigned to respond to him. ”Professor Davis,” Beth began as she squared her shoulders and looked up at the man that was going to teach them magical math sooooo fun, so very fun. ”I wasn’t able to learn your name prior to today due to the fact that it is the first day, classes have yet to start, and Scrimgeour did not introduce any of the new hires.” she paused before adding, ”good luck then,” she simply finished what she was saying by starting on her torture.
The new divinations Professor got a look…how in the world was any human better than Professor Vance…or a Centaur? Centaurs LIVED for divinations, heck they were the known worldwide for their skills in Aeromancy, Astrology, and pretty much every mancy out there. Heck they probably could have taken Professor Davis’ spot to boot.
Looking over to Anna, Beth just gave her a grin. A small one, but really, she was unsure of what was going to happen and really whom she should trust. Looking over to Dizzy as she arrived, Beth just started to run as close to her as she could. ”rebellion…you in?” she whisper-wheezed to her auntie before looking around at the people near her…five laps, that wasn’t going to be too hard.
She was mid-lap when Beth heard the thump and Professor Stewarts’ voice. ”are you okay Lex? Do you need help…” she asked when she heard Fletcher’s demand of her STILL running when in pain.
MAN WAS SHE MAD, ”Hey someone come over here…Dizzy? Will you help me hold her up so we can keep her moving because apparently being injured is being lazy” she looked at the Divinations professor and boy, was his life going to be hell now. He just didn’t know it.
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The fact some of his colleagues seemed to be blatantly ignoring him did nothing to ruffle the man’s feathers. He was not here to be their friend and none of them signed his paychecks. The fact some students also seemed to was a bit more cause for concern but the term was still young and with time they would learn to fall in line.
Fletcher raised an unimpressed brow at the Gryffindor to show up in her sleepwear (Zoryn), thinking her perhaps as defiant as the Head Girl had been. “I don’t believe the Headmaster stuttered when delivering his message. You were instructed to dress appropriately. 10 points from Gryffindor.” Now she and her Ravenclaw friend could be matching. Both not dressed for the morning run and now both short ten points. If they both kept that pace up, they would find themselves matching in more ways yet.
For now his attention was drawn by the defiant words of a particular Slytherin (Skyler). “And 10 from Slytherin. You lot are on a roll this morning.” He paused only as the creature Professor interjected to suggest she walk with them, finding his actions meddlesome if nothing else. “You’ll be wise, young lady, to in future remember who you’re talking to. The Headmaster gave clear instructions. Far be it from you to decide what he does with his own staff.” Or had she too forgotten herself? Scrimgeour was in a position to set tasks for staff that did not fall in line.
Calvin looked to Stewart. She was again proving to be the sort of disruptive element the school did not need, but it wasn’t for him to decide. He left her to Scrimgeour. Instead, he watched as several students began falling over themselves, one in particular distress. (Lex)
“Where is the Healer? That one will need to be sorted so she can resume her laps.” Injury was no excuse for laziness.
Skyler stopped for a second and turned around, not really phased by the loss of points. Did she still fear this new headmaster? Yes, but not enough to not be rebellious like she was. She was too stubborn to show fear. As for the divination professor...
"I don't care," she said. "I'm not taking back what I said." She turned around again and continued to walk.
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Ryder sulked even more, curling himself into his hoodie as it was stated they would be doing this. every. morning. at. this. time. Although the headmaster's idea that this wasn't a punishment but was in fact good for him sounded a lot like his dad, he wouldn't be enjoying it any more than he did at home.
Even so, he started to move with the crowd as everyone began their jog. Five times the headmaster said...? And already people were down. Spotting Patrick, Ryder sped up momentarily, avoiding the mess, to run by his side. "Hey, so, do you know when tryouts will start?"
Patrick glanced off to his side as he heard footsteps falling into line beside him. He noticed Ryder slide up be side him. Thankfully he wasn’t out of breath from doing this so often at home. He looked over his shoulder trying to find the headmasterdictator and see if he was watching him. Looking over his other shoulder looking for the headmasters minion.
“Uh, I’m hoping to do it next week. Barring anything wild happening between now and then.” Looking around the Pitch he was noticing many of the faces and such from his house taking in who showed up. Even if he didn’t want to be there he wanted to make sure he was until he figured out what was going on.
“I’ll see you there, right?” he turned his head back to face the path he was running until he noticed a girl (Lex) falling down. He wanted to stop and help her but the beady eyes from the two new comers to hogwarts made him nervous. Especially when he heard Professor Stewart standing up for the girl.
I’m right, you’re wrong. They don’t call me a Seer for nothing.
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Skyler stopped for a second and turned around, not really phased by the loss of points. Did she still fear this new headmaster? Yes, but not enough to not be rebellious like she was. She was too stubborn to show fear. As for the divination professor...
"I don't care," she said. "I'm not taking back what I said." She turned around again and continued to walk.
The problem here was not only the open lack of disregard and defiance but the idea that this sort of thing had been allowed to go on for as long as it had. The young girl’s nonchalant—flippant actually—response was proof enough of that. One would think that at this point she would simply turn and get back to the task. Why she felt she needed to add further defiance was beyond him but he had a sneaking suspicion she felt mighty, being taken up under wing by Wayland.
She was being rude. It was that simple.
“While I can’t say I’m flattered, I thank you for volunteering your evening.” He said to her once again retreating figure. “I’ll see you after dinner in the armor gallery. 8pm sharp. Come just a minute late and you’ll receive another one.” This was the point at which she silently went about doing her laps, if she knew what was good for her.
Even under normal school circumstances on any average day, such disrespect would not be tolerated. While a detention on just the second night back would throw him out somewhat, he was willing to make the sacrifice.
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The whispered comment from Chase had been heard and noted, but for the most part, Stasya was staying quiet. Besides, she really didn’t want to consider what the consequences for not showing up would be. Not when she thought about what she’d so far observed about the man who likely was the instigator of said consequences. Neither of the two who’d so rudely interrupted the feast the night before seemed particularly apt for joking. Actually, she would have been surprised if either of them truly smiled. Not to mention probably terrified beyond belief because she didn’t want to consider what might make them happy. She did wave at Tessa and some of the others who had filtered in after her, but her attention was back on the professors as their sentence was laid out. Along with Jessa’s, and it made her concerned that the only way her Ravenclaw maybe!friend could get on his good side was to die, since obviously the headmaster didn’t think she was serious.
She really didn’t want anyone to die because the headmaster was on some sort of misguided attempt to prove that Hogwarts needed him. She could think of a long list of others who Hogwarts needed more than him, honestly, Hawthorne and Professor Hirsch both being part of it. She was a hundred percent sure neither of them thought running five laps around the whole Quidditch pitch was a good thing. She felt like they were expecting them to run a marathon on only a few hours worth of sleep. The others who looked close to open rebellion might have had a point, but for now she was sticking to her original plan.
With one change: Not dying. She’d just have to make extra sure she kept a stash of cookies in her bag for herself and anyone else if she ended up missing breakfast because there was no way she was going to sprint. Instead, she spent several minutes making sure her muscles were stretched out, knowing how courtesy of flying class and Professor Baldvinsson, before she set off at a light jog. She wasn’t going to push herself harder than she knew her body could handle, but she was glad she had long legs. It meant she could cover ground quicker even if she wasn’t going fast.
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The problem here was not only the open lack of disregard and defiance but the idea that this sort of thing had been allowed to go on for as long as it had. The young girl’s nonchalant—flippant actually—response was proof enough of that. One would think that at this point she would simply turn and get back to the task. Why she felt she needed to add further defiance was beyond him but he had a sneaking suspicion she felt mighty, being taken up under wing by Wayland.
She was being rude. It was that simple.
“While I can’t say I’m flattered, I thank you for volunteering your evening.” He said to her once again retreating figure. “I’ll see you after dinner in the armor gallery. 8pm sharp. Come just a minute late and you’ll receive another one.” This was the point at which she silently went about doing her laps, if she knew what was good for her.
Even under normal school circumstances on any average day, such disrespect would not be tolerated. While a detention on just the second night back would throw him out somewhat, he was willing to make the sacrifice.
Skyler sighed. She had to compose herself. she turned around once more.
"Okay," she said.
After that, she tried to walk, again.
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To be honest, Katrina would have probably arrived sooner, but she hadn't been sure the LOUD announcement was meant for professors as well. She did arrive in time to hear Scrimgeour's instructions of the five laps and to go station herself around the pitch. Given that she had risen during his speech, more just because she was new and wasn't sure what to expect. She had of course heard of the recent dangers of Hogwarts before beginning her employment, so it wasn't like she was adverse to change if it meant increased safety. She was open-minded at the moment. Five laps though? She couldn't even imagine. Katrina was not big on running, herself, but she could definitely be on board with more physical exercise to promote mental acuity. But there were other ways to exercise than by running; she was a fan of yoga and camelback riding, although she didn't suspect she would find many camels in the Scottish climate. Or any at all.
Crossing to the other side of the pitch, the new Runes Professor stopped when she saw a young Ravenclaw unfurling a muddy piece of parchment. "Miss Gladin, please." she said, confiscating the parchment in its tracks of being passed. Quickly scanning over the note, she glanced up at the older headmaster, then down at the note again.
"The task. Laps." She gently encouraged of the girl, as she folded it back up, sliding it into the band on her yoga pants for safe keeping.
She might have been showing respect for Scrimgeour, but having a flair for the dramatics, who really knew if she was acting or not? For now though, she would play the part of the cooperative and supportive professor.
GAH. Busted.
Nettie frowned, not really having any argument to stop her from taking it - she didn't know this woman, and hopefully she was cool with the content of the note. It wasn't BAD, per say, but if this woman was on the side of the new Headmaster...things wouldn't necessarily be GOOD for the Ravenclaw.
But - she didn't do anything except tell her to get back to her laps. Nettie took that as a promising sign. Perhaps this meant she wasn't a fan of the new guy either...which was a good thing. Nodding, Nettie headed back to the pack, picking up the pace so she could get this stupid task done with as soon as possible, and then she'd be on her way to her nice, warm breakfast!
One lap down. FOUR more to go. UGH.
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Derf was a bit lost in thoughts, trying to go over that list in his head and had moved on to smells by the time he heard someone's voice along side him and he naturally slowed his pace down a little since, well, his LONG legs made up about three or four of her strides in one go. "H-Hey," he smiled, jogging and talking was always a bit difficult and took the wind out of you more easily but he didn't mind. He was still, mostly, in good spirits. Though he would keep his responses a bit short just to be safe. He was still on lap number one, after all. "I remember you're Sorting, yeah." Which meant he remembered her name and stuff. "Derf," he smiled, in case she forgot. "...and I don't mind at all."
Though slowing his pace ironically did make his own workout a bit more cumbersome, his long limbs clamoring to stretch out and move at their natural rhythm.
"First night go...okay?" He was, well, particularly worried about how all this was affecting the first years...but Lizzie seemed in well enough spirits and still had a healthy dose of optimism so it kept his expression soft as they jogged together. The sixth year had tried his best to be chipper and positively informative during his escort from the Great Hall to the common room after the feast and stuff.
.........until his attention was drawn to the loud and unmistakable laugh that belonged to Zoryn. Though his lips curled into an amused smile seeing that unbreakable attitude of her show so prominently on her features, it made that knot in his stomach tighten all the more.
ESPECIALLY when he saw her SHOES.
His wand was in his pocket, as always, maybe he could...jog them close enough to his friend so he could subtly transfigure her shoes into something less...pink fuzzy slipper-like? He was going to try at least...when he ran past her when he started his second lap since, well, she would not be making too much progress with the combination of her defiant pace and those shoes.
And speaking of slow paces...Derf's heart SANK when he saw Professor Wayland walking. Not in so much that he was disappointing in the man, and his colleagues, defying the new headmaster PER SAY (because he was oddly proud of that) ...but more he was scared of what the repercussions would be for THEM. What had happened to Headmistress Hawthorne had not been a last minute decision and he was sure of it, it had been to make an example and send a warning...which was almost enough to prompt the Hufflepuff to call out to the walking trio - just some innocent words of encouragement - but he quickly thought the better of it. Best not to draw...additional attention, right?
Coming around the curve of the pitch, Derf noticed Dorian struggling and he immediately took off at a sprint to come to the Ravenclaw's side - Lizzie would understand, surely. "Hey hey, I got you," Derf coaxed, shutting the headmaster's instructions out of his mind because THIS was what he had been given a badge for, to help his classmates and not ignore them when they were suffering, and carefully crouched down so his nearly 6 foot self could give the fourth year better access to his shoulders while he draped one of the boy's arms over them. "I think you need some water..."
"First night was good, I'm use to a lot of different beds with my parents travelling so what's another bed, though I could've done without the rude awakening." she smiled, thankful that Derf had slowed his pace slightly for her."
They continued around the pitch, Derf silent, though she could tell his mind was elsewhere, at least he afforded her some protection from the Teachers
and Headmaster's gazes. Suddenly Derf took off at a sprint and drew her attention to a Ravenclaw student who was obviously struggling.
When Lizzie caught up to the two of them she paused.
"Did you need any help? I can be an extra pair of hands." Lizzie offered, wanting to make a good first impression and perhaps a friend or two.
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"What." It wasn't a question, not really, as Alastair took the running shoes and stared at Thadius. He was used to running around in bare feet? It may have been that Alastair had grown up in a large city, but the very idea of bare feet outside brought to mind all sorts of unpleasantness, with dog poop being on the lighter side of the scale.
But, since Thadius said that he could always get another pair, and Alastair wasn't particularly confident that he could do the same, he slipped off his loafers and went about tying up the laces of the running shoes. At least they were laces, and not the velcro straps he'd seen on someone else's feet.
Once that was done, he asked, "D'you want to do this together, then?"
As Tad unraveled his socks to be worn inside out enough for extra balance, he casually mentioned. "Yeah, back home we have a biiiig yard of our own and stuff for my dad who practices Quidditch with his friends. Sometimes he lets me ride a broom too. So me and my siblings would run and play outside all the time." There he felt comfortable enough to last at least a lap.
Together? "Sure. Do you want to jog first or we could walk the whole way?" This should work well with them going the same pace.
Did they even have a healer right now? Beth’s hands were trembling as she stood there – ”I’m sorry Lex, I’ll come back for you I need to grab someone else to have them help” she told the blonde before giving her hand a squeeze. ”meet me in the library later okay, we can talk after class?” she told the girl before glancing over to Professor Stewart and to the other Professors.
”I’m going to try and help” she finally said, before reaching into her pocket and fishing her wand out of the zippered pocket in the sleeve of her athletic hoodie. ”ferula?” she tried casting as she tapped her wand lightly against her ankle. IT WAS WORKING – what? She was perfectly shocked she’d only cast it twice in her life.
Both times on herself. ”okay, now when the healer gets here they just need to check things – I’m sorry again.” she whispered before starting to run off – she needed to do this. To run, to finish this grueling task. She needed to start her rebellion.
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Glaring silently at the headmaster as she passed by him, Dizzy counted backwards from 5, not once, but three times before letting out a deep calming breath and finally answering her niece. "No..." It was between a whisper and snarl. "I really don't want to deal with harpy Mama this year, okay? Sorry." That was the truth of it. Whatever punishment the new Headmaster could cook up wasn't going to compare to her Mama. As much as the veela anger was filling her this morning, with every little thing the Headmaster and his pet diviner did and said grating on her, tinging the corners of her vision pulsing red haze...nothing compared to a the sight of a full veela in a rage.
Something Dizzy had learned very young to avoid.
And then the other girl, Lex, Dizzy was sure she'd heard her called, happened. The painful shriek made Dizzy wince and forget momentarily about being angry, which was a feat in itself. It didn't last long though. The pet diviner's obnoxious reply got her boiling again. Ignoring him for now, Dizzy turned instead to Beth, nodding as she moved in closer and helped get Lex to up. "I changed my mind," she hissed quietly over Lex to Beth. "I'm in, but we take Fido there down with his master."
She glanced back at Fido the new divination professor, and then turned back to Lex and Beth...only to see Beth running off. "Hold up, I thought we were helping her?" There was no way Dizzy was supporting anyone alone. "Uh, sorry. Wait here, I'll go find out what Beth is doing..." With one last sympathetic smile at Lex, Dizzy chased after her niece. "I thought we were helping Lex?"
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Chase chuckled. "Didn't you know that your parents signed you up for some magical athletic cult?" he joked, offering her a wide grin. "Mr Cold Stone here is the main attraction. I wonder if this will turn into a muggle boot camp class..." The possibility of that was high.
He sighed at Beth's comment. This was perhaps not the right time to discuss such a thing. People could hear and he wondered if the new Headmaster had some uncanny abilities like mind control.. or... MIND reading. He furrowed his brows. Austerity measure? he questioned as he had difficulty following it until all of a sudden it clicked. Ah. Right. He was with them.
"He couldn't possibly do that. Yeah he seems like a tough guy but those two activities do not threaten the school rules.... or....". He paused. Perhaps Gumball Girl DID have a point there. He paused once more and was going to ask her to explain it again when the Mr. Cold Stoney Face, a.k.a new Headmaster dude, started speaking.
FIVE LAPS!? You gotta be kidding me.
This guy was going easy on them. Chase let out a chuckle cause he was honestly expecting the guy to give a higher number to them. 5 laps in that short amount of time? A mile in less than 20 minutes. He could do that in a little over a quarter of the time. "Easy..." muttered Chase. He finished up stretching as some of the other student started running before him. Once his body was fully stretched out, he began at a light jog before picking up his pace. A six minute mile could work today? He'd start there and work his way down. He was halfway through his first lap when he saw Beth slow down to help someone and she was calling out to someone. "Need help?" He slowed his jog just to ask her.
Lex gave Beth a grateful look as she came to help. "Thanks so much, Beth," she said, managing a pained smile. "I'd be happy to meet you in the library after class." She smiled at Dizzy and Chase as well, as they had come over to help too. "Thanks, guys," she added gratefully.
As Beth cast some sort of bandaging spell on her ankle, Lex was relieved. "Thanks again," she said, "That's brilliant. I think I can walk on it now."
She got to her feet, gingerly putting weight onto her leg - it felt fine. She briefly addressed Professor Stewart. "I'm alright now, Professor," she said warmly, glad to have regained control of her breathing. And relieved that at least SOME of the teachers still seemed to care about their students.
Then she turned to Professor Fletcher, and spoke to him less warmly but still respectfully. "I don't think I'll be needing a healer right now, sir," she said, "Beth's just helped me. I'll have someone check on it later. I'll just have to be more careful from now on." She turned and walked a few steps - making sure her ankle was doing alright - before she set off in a slow jog again to finish her last two laps of the Quidditch pitch.
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Not punishment, yet obligatory? Hanna frowned. Was this man CRAZY? Was he trying to run an army base or something? They were actually being forced to do it, whether they did something wrong or not. Even the Professors who were loyal, if this man knew anything about loyalty, to Headmistress Hawthorne by not standing WERE being punished for not standing. This man obviously had control issues.
At that current moment, Hanna wished nothing more than to pull out her wand and cast a nasty hex on Professor Booger. But she valued her life too much. Besides, she was a good runner, and didn't want to lose Ravenclaw any points, nor get detention.
So... off she ran, in the direction of flow, at a fast SPRINT. She wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, but on her second lap she passed Maddie, her fellow sweet tooth friend.
"Hey Maddie," she said, backtracking to the Gryffindor. She was breathing a little hard, and starting to sweat a little, and the morning air whipping in her eyes as she ran had made them a little watery.
Oh, there was Hanna.
Madison smiled at her new friend. She seemed to be tired already and they hadn't even been doing laps for very long. Honestly there was no way that they were going to get her to run unless it was by force. This whole thing was beyond stupid. "Why don't you walk with me? That way you aren't overworked." And then they could talk a little.
Madison wondered if there were any ways that they could get back at the Headmaster without getting caught...
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"You're kidding, that's gotta be like....about a mile!" Archer replied with a hint of a chuckle in her voice. Like, seriously. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't against exercise, per se (she had been a Quidditch player, with everything that entailed, at Illvermorny after all), but this early in the morning? After having been so rudely awoken by the foghorn that had been the Headmaster's wake up call? Nuts.
But apparently, he wasn't kidding. Archer took off at a jog, deciding that that was better for her health than starting off with a full out run. Especially since so many already seemed to be struggling. But, to help keep up both her spirits and the ones of those within earshot, she started chanting. "East is up, I'm fearless when I hear this on the low. East is up, I'm fearless when I wear my rebel clothes. East is up, when Bishops come together they will know that Dema don't control us, Dema don't control. East is up." If it had a sort of tinge of rebellion......oops?
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Patrick glanced off to his side as he heard footsteps falling into line beside him. He noticed Ryder slide up be side him. Thankfully he wasn’t out of breath from doing this so often at home. He looked over his shoulder trying to find the headmasterdictator and see if he was watching him. Looking over his other shoulder looking for the headmasters minion.
“Uh, I’m hoping to do it next week. Barring anything wild happening between now and then.” Looking around the Pitch he was noticing many of the faces and such from his house taking in who showed up. Even if he didn’t want to be there he wanted to make sure he was until he figured out what was going on.
“I’ll see you there, right?” he turned his head back to face the path he was running until he noticed a girl (Lex) falling down. He wanted to stop and help her but the beady eyes from the two new comers to hogwarts made him nervous. Especially when he heard Professor Stewart standing up for the girl.
It was true, with everything happening already from the night before to the first morning of term, who knew if they would have quidditch at all. Then again, it was a form of exercising so that had to count for something with the headmaster. "Oh cool. Yea, totally, I'll be there."
Noticing Patrick glancing behind, Ryder did the same, shaking his head at the sight. People were still down and dying it seemed. Granted, he didn't enjoy the time in which they had to do this, but it was just a jog. He didn't hear about being forced to jog through injuries though.
But seeing as his limbs were now awake, Ryder slowly started to pick up speed. Get done faster and get out.
Once at the far side of the pitch, he decided to take a slightly different approach to the morning’s task. He was still all for the running of laps. It was healthy for the students and would get them off to a good start each day. However, he felt it was unnecessary to bark orders at them as a way of getting the task done.
At least from his new position the complaining was at a minimum. Mainly due to the fact that most of the students appeared to be out of breath by the time they reached the far side of the pitch.
“Great job.” he encouraged as a small group ran past him. “Keep up the pace, you are almost finished.” Then, a young man fell. “Mr. Kovalainen? Are you injured?” Foster quickly made his way to the Hufflepuff’s side and knelt down next to him. “Do you need medical attention?” He glanced around and saw a pair of glasses on the ground a few feet away. “Let me grab those for you.”
He exhaled loudly and shook his head. Students should not be getting injured, a fact that the new headmaster seemed to be ignoring.
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Oh, there was Hanna.
Madison smiled at her new friend. She seemed to be tired already and they hadn't even been doing laps for very long. Honestly there was no way that they were going to get her to run unless it was by force. This whole thing was beyond stupid. "Why don't you walk with me? That way you aren't overworked." And then they could talk a little.
Madison wondered if there were any ways that they could get back at the Headmaster without getting caught...
"Yeah, I may as well," Hanna said. She'd sprinted some of it, now she walks some of it. She'd got her fast bout of exercise in, that was good enough wasn't it? Hanna reached her arms over her head to stretch her shoulders out as they walked, and found her heart slowing down.
"What's up with this, anyway?" she said quietly. Being the eldest of three, nearly four, siblings, Hanna felt a need to follow rules, even if she HATED every moment, and hated the new Headmaster. Professors being bossed around, injuries not being an excuse, points being lost, and detention. All on day one! "I wonder how much worse this is all going to get." Because for CERTAIN it was. This wasn't all it would be, and the realisation frightened Hanna a bit.
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