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That was true. But it was still disgusting.
Mia watched the spell fire off and hit the dummy. And while James was looking happy that she seemed to have pulled it off. She was looking at the dummy with a sympathetic expression.
Aww she had made the dummy sick.
For about two seconds.
"What?" She turned her gaze from the dummy to James and her eyes widened at what he told her to do. "I can't do that. What if I hurt it." Yeah she didn't even want to hurt a dummy. "I don't even know how to hate something."
"Yes you do." He answered unexpectedly. "Anyone who can love as deeply as you do can hate just as strongly." Yeah he even used the L-word. "You just have to find it. Something that makes you mad. It could be something lame like world hunger or disease or whatever if thats something that grinds your gears, or maybe... what about Nik not being around? You miss him yeah? Maybe that'd do the trick, if you focus on that.
"Just try, Mi." He encouraged.
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Cinn-O-Bun Ivan leaned against the mirror and watched as James tried to show Mia how to cast a spell. Pulling his own wand out of his pocket he started twirling it idly in his finger as he watched Mia.
"It's a dummy, Mia, not a person. You won't hurt it," he assured her with a small smile. Hmm maybe he should be productive instead of not doing anything. Though he was enjoying watching Mia. Probably to much so...yeah....
"Why don't you teach her something not so...gross," he said making a face. Seriously.
"This is why you don't win real duels, Vorpatril." James kidded. "All those feminine sensibilities of yours. Its just a little mucus." Actually Jim appreciated that his friend didn't like gross things. Jimmy might not be so bothered about stuff like that but he preferred to be clean himself, and usually when someone was dirty, literally or figuratively, it tended to rub off.
"But once she gets it we'll do other stuff. Give me a little credit, brother."
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HarryPotterQuidditch Jordan walked in to see three upperclassmen punching a punchbag. "Looks like they're training. Now I won't look like a idiot by training by myself." Jordan muttered to himself with a straight face, trying not to make a fool of himself. Although he was only a first year, his Uncle got him ready to be fit. He ran 6 miles a day, five days a week. But he was weak on strength, mainly because of his age and the fact that he wasn't exactly the greatest eater in terms of protein.
He thought it couldn't hurt to introduce himself. Besides, he was so tall that he almost looked like he blended in with the upperclassmen. "Hi. I'm Jordan. First Year in Gryffindor. How are you?"
After introducing himself, he went over to stretch before he began to do his daily dose of running. But this time, it wasn't his choice. It was an assignment, and he loved running. So it was a win win for Jordan.
He stretched out everything from his hamstrings to his neck. He definitely felt loose. "Okay, so now I can run. Should I sprint the full 5 miles, or split it up. Warm up for 2 and half, then sprint the rest? Maybe I'll just sprint. Impress him on the first run." Him was referring to Lord Borr, Minister of Magic, his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He couldn't afford to screw up or be lazy in his fit journal/assignment. After all, fittness was his speciality. "Alright, let's start running. Leggo." Jordan said to himself as motivation.
... What?
Jim just eyed the kid for a moment as he introduced himself and then when he ran off to exercise...
running?
Why wasn't he just running outside? Well as long as he didn't get in the way of any of Mia's spells, kid could do as he pleased.