Benjy nodded. "Unfortunately," he said with a grimace. "I'm down with the whole running thing...but seriously, 5am?" He was more the roll out of bed to just make downstairs in time for breakfast type. "Though to me, it's the yoga that takes the biscuit." He rolled his eyes. "As if we don't get enough of that in Defence Against the Dark Arts." Balancing on one leg was really not his favourite way to spend time. He really needed to explain the merits of skateboarding as a method of cross training to Mo, that was for sure.

His face fell a little. "Sorry to get you in to trouble with her. She looks like she can be pretty feisty if you get on her bad side." Maybe? Or was that just beaters and captains? He smirked. "You whipped me into shape, didn't you?" Not quite literally, but at times it'd felt like she might have done. She was a hard task master. Not that he'd minded: first, because it turned out he was good at it, and second, because he got to spend time with her. ...and his smirk morphed into a wry smile. "You're not even going to cheer me in my first match?" That still counted as yelling, yes? And if she wanted to yell useful stuff at him too, that'd be appreciated.

Scrimmage matches? They sounded fun. And extra practice? Even better. "I'd like that," he said simply, not wanting to sound clingy or creepy or whatever. She had friends to hang out with, stuff to do and all that. "We don't have to do just chaser stuff. So you can practice properly too." She was beater this year, right? Since he'd got it wrong before and all. Oh, and now she was complimenting him as a student, all because he didn't die in training? He eyed her in mock seriousness. "Didn't you know I'm actually a ghost?" Hehe.