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The Quidditch Pitch Banner credit: Suziella 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. |
With his loud and very early announcement blaring, Scrimgeour made his way down to the pitch. What an exciting day it was going to be for everyone. It was the first day of classes and, even better, the first of many mornings of the S.O.R.E. The character that would be built from it was going to be like music to his ears. Rather than find a random spot on the dewy pitch to stand when he arrived, the old man remained outside the undecorated structure. He and the other staff members would be there soon enough. He was sure the students would need some ... encouragement ... while they ran their laps. His back to the entrance as the sun slowly but surely started to peek over the horizon, icy eyes looked to the distance for the first signs of student life. |
Foster arrived shortly after Headmaster Scrimgeour and stood tall as he approached the gentleman. It was the perfect day for classes to start and a fantastic way to start the day. He took in a deep lung full of the crisp morning air before slowly letting it out. "Good morning, Headmaster, how may I assist you with the morning's activity?" He turned his body so he could see both the Headmaster and the flood of students that would soon be arriving at the pitch. He hoped they would be hasty in their arrival. He had a packed schedule to attend to and tardiness was unacceptable. |
Kimi was still half asleep and in his running gear he was still very confused as to what was going on he wished that he was still in his bed sleeping |
To be honest, Dorian wasn't against the morning exercise. He knew from three year experience that being in good condition was mandatory to stay alive at Hogwarts. Literally... With his training clothes on, the Ravenclaw walked toward the quidditch pitch, trying to hold back a yawn which failed. Once he arrived, the boy looked around and....realised he was the first student to arrive. "Wait, that can't be right" he said with a frown and lost in his thoughts until he noticed the new Headmaster. and one of the Professors he did not know the name of yet...oops? "Good morning, headmaster...professor" he greeted before he looked away and realised that he hadn't been the first to arrive. Aww too bad... "Hi Kimi!" he greeted the seventh year far more enthusiastically than the adults. |
Kay was there but not because she wanted to. Running exercises indeed. She didn't mind doing that because it was something she did almost everyday, a run around the Grounds. What she minded though was the fact that the students had to be up extra early for this new and rather STUPID mandatory exercise. They needed the extra time for SLEEPING not running. It'll only tire them out for their lessons later. With a scowl on her usually pleasant face, she arrived at the Pitch. Foster was there already and... did she hear him correctly? He was offering to help? She shook her head as she moved to stand beside him. "Mr. Davis,'' Kay said somewhat warmly to Foster. Really, she held nothing against him for offering to help; she didn't think she could ever be mad at him or anything of the sort. Julian himself received a small scowl. "Headmaster,'' the woman said frostily, crossing her arms over her chest and throwing as much sarcasm and contempt into the word that she could muster. Kimi's and Dorian's arrival were acknowledged with a nod. No smiles though. |
After much effort and getting a bit lost, Stella made it down to the pitch in awe, this was the amazing field she was told about by her father. Although it was empty besides the Headmaster and one of the Professor Davis and Stewart she sheepishly walked towards them determined not let the headmaster she her fear. She was a Gryffindor she was brave and strong, she wasn't let the big baf wolf ruin her year of fun. She didn't know who the Headmistress was before, but she looked alot nicer then this man did, he looked scary and mean. " Good morning Headmaster Scrimgeour sir, hope you're well." she said with a swift nod. Locking at Professor Davis the Arithmancy and Muggle Studies professor. " Good morning Professor Davis and Stewart hope you're well as well." she said. Stella knew that she was early, but she didn't want to get on the Headmaster's bad side any at all. |
feel free to claim us! After having seen the notice in her common room, Penny had grabbed her old, beat up, hand me down trainers and tossed on some sweats and such. This was ALL very stressful for the girl, honestly. Deviation from the norm was not something that she dealt with well, but it was what it was, right? So here she was, mismatched sweat suit and ratty trainers... and hair a mess as she approached the quidditch pitch. Which was, honestly, not somewhere she had ever stepped foot in her now 4 years at Hogwarts. The sport thing was decidely not HER thing, ya know. The thought of running and training or whatever it was they were about to face, made her stomach knot up a bit. Good thing she had only had milk and toast for breakfast, yeah? Hah. Glancing around she could not place either of her siblings amongst those that had already gathered.. and really that made the anxiety bubble start to form right in the centre of her chest. This was going to be bad, right? Hope was not a thing that was being held out for, after all. Now... where was Anna or Derf or anyone that could distract her really? |
Skyler binked her eyes as she got closer...she had no idea why they had to have trainers for this. She then spotted him, the new headmaster. .she narrowed her eyes slightly but got with the other students. She really did not like him from the night of the first term feast. |
It was safe to say that Jessa Cambridge hated exercise. Running. Skipping. Flying. Sports. Movement that required too much of her. Absolutely hated it. There was a reason that for the last 6 years, on any given day of the week here the girl remained inside the castle. All this outdoor stuff.....not a fan. Having not been asleep when the message rang out, she didn’t move sluggishly to the pitch—but she wasn’t exactly dressed for the occasion either. No. The Head Girl arrived in her school uniform, ready for the classes of the day, not for ....this. Jessa scowled as she made her way over to the others by the pitch, giving her own head of house very little in the way of acknowledgement. The woman was no Hirsch and she hadn’t liked her in a long time, not since that whole muggle incident. That whole year had been a weird one, an uncomfortable one. Her schoolmates all got nods of greeting before she looked to the new Headmaster. “I’d like to be excused. I’ve got asthma and don’t fancy a trip to the hospital wing so I can run in circles. Please.” The last word an afterthought to be polite but really, the brisk early morning Scottish air mixed with physical exertion was precisely what she DIDN’T need. |
SPOILER!!: Jessa Skyler eyed the girl as if to say, I don't think he's the type of man to take no for an answer. Yes, Skyler was for curtain she did not like him. And it wasn't just because of the running. She didn't mind running. It's just something about the way that he carried himself put her on edge. |
Free post .... A change of Headmaster and a very loud, horribly bossy alarm was not the way that she had wanted to start the term... However she was HERE and nothing was going to get her down. Not even having to run so early in the morning... besides, she ran with her fellow gymnasts a few times a week as part of their training. She wasn't great at it - wasn't the fasted, wasn't able to go for the longest without becoming breathless.... but she didn't hate it... which... right now seemed like a really, really, really big thing to be thankful for. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the darkness after the lit corridors, Holly frowned and wrapped her arms around her stomach against the brisk air of the early (really reeally early) September morning. Please be a joke. Please be over quickly if you aren't joking. |
Abraham Botros Jr. was not even remotely a morning person. He was not the type of person to be particularly happy with a rude awakening such as the entire castle had just received, AND he sorely despised (and was terrible at) running. But he also wasn't willing to find out what those serious consequences were. And also, the prefect thing. He sort of had to follow the rules... even when the rules were painful and made him grumpy beyond all reason. Bleary-eyed, toussle-haired, and dressed in the closest thing to running gear he could find in his trunk - including a sweatshirt he wore inside out and back to front, with his prefect badge pinned haphazardly to his chest - Abra all but stumbled his was to his beloved Quidditch pitch as instructed, shivering in the cool early September morning air. It was certainly enough to get him awake and... okay, not alert, but definitely awake. He joined the group that had already started gathering, nodded to those he knew, and cast a wary look towards the new headmaster. His anxiety rose up suddenly inside his chest and had him nearly choking on his greeting. "G'mor-... Uh, I mean... Good morning. Um. Headmaster." His eyes flitted to the other teachers present. "And Professors..." Oh. He knew Stewart, but not the other one. There had been no introductions at the feast, so Abra simply trailed off. So, this running thing. Were they supposed to just start, or...? You know what? Actually, it was not a good morning. Barely even dawn and Abra was already up and about to start??? running?????????? exercises????? It was not a good morning at all. |
Kimi smiled and said "Oh hey Dorian" Kimi could see that people were showing up but what was the meaning of it and he nodded to Professor Stewart in return he could see that she wasn't in a good mood |
The dumb Gryffindor had not even been paying attention to the new Headmaster during the feast so anything he said during it was lost on him so this was a horrible surprise to wake up to even worse than the classes he was expecting already after breakfast. Rude Ever so slowly Théo was getting there. Even tho he did run in the morning it as a personal choice and right now it was mandatory which the sixth year Gryffindor hated above all else plus everyone else here. It was way too early to be dealing with so many people. With as much bed head as a person can have Théo finally arrived and made his way to a random spot and was just there. Maybe not even fully there mentally until they started running. But physically was enough for now. |
......... Um. No. No no no no no. Lucas had been having a nice dream about food and exploring the castle and camping sleepovers in the Grounds which included more food but no. The booming voice had interrupted all of that and, as punishment, they were being forced to run. RUN! In the MORNING! Actually, it wasn't really morning, was it? The sun wasn't even out so it was still the middle of the night and and.... He was one very unhappy Gryffindor. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, Lucas put on a spare t-shirt, comfortable trousers and trainers and stumbled his way to the..... uh, Quidditch pitch? See, he didn't know where most things in this castle was - and they didn't have any maps! - so he just followed the crowd, especially the older Gryffindors, and hoped they were going the right way. Which, upon seeing the goalhoops, it looked like they were so that was the.... uh, what was it that people said? The silver some- ........... His hand was over one eye but he still managed to see what was going on. And what was going on was the amount of people that were already there. And they were greeting..... the adult people??? Lucas didn't really know any of the adult people properly so he just.... stayed quiet. Though, he guessed he knew the new Headmaster guy but the man didn't look like someone you should greet unless you were very very desperate so yeah. He picked a spot on the pitch and just sort of stood there. Awkwardly. So, uh, how long was this going to last? Because he wanted to go back to bed. And running was a really bad way to start the school year. Couldn't they have some board games, instead? |
Tad was here at last. His face was partially covered due to him still adjusting to the bright light that threatened to blind behind his heavy eyelids. "Good-" *YAAAAWWWWN* "Excuse me, Morning Headmaster and Professors." He managed, before wiping his eyes. He wasn't going to be a baby here, especially with his Head of House there. So he wasn't the first.. or the last to arrive. Right? He looked around and saw he was standing next to another firstie (Holly). "I wonder how long we'll be here." He muttered. |
It wasn’t so much the early wakeup that bothered Stasya. It was the fact that they’d been warned there would be serious consequences if they didn’t go down to the pitch when summoned, and that only helped her suspicions and possible distrust of the man who was allegedly there to make Hogwarts great again. Since, in fact, she had recognized the voice that had delivered the message, and even still exhausted, she’d made the decision that, as prefect, she had to go jump through whatever hoops she was ordered to. The difference was that she wasn’t going to like it. If anything, she was going to use every little bit of acting skill she might’ve learned from drama club, along with just having spent five years now with some of the most dramatic girls she knew. Emmeline notwithstanding. The walk out to the pitch was okay, in the workout gear she’d chosen to bring with her just in case she decided to exercise, her badge pinned to her hoodie and her hair only the tiniest bit mussed in the braids she’d put it in before she’d gone to bed. Running wasn’t her thing but she’d thought about maybe starting even before now. And choice was still a big detail with her. Professor Hirsch had taught her that along with everything he’d taught her about defense. She couldn’t do things because someone wanted her to, she had to do them for her. Although, this she was doing just as much for the little first years as she was herself. “Good morning headmaster, professors,” she said, affecting a smile that might’ve been a bit more genuine as it had landed on Professor Stewart. Maybe. Acting. Although she’d also gone over to stand near little Stella too, just in case, grey-green eyes flicking over in Jessa’s direction as she’d spoken. This was either going to be okay or very, very bad. |
Nathan being the last to wake up, walked slowly to the Quidditch pitch. Serious consequences he says, that old man was starting to get onto his nerves. It was only their first day back in school! Thank merlin, this was to be his last year. He wondered how long he had to put up with their ridiculous rules. And no, he wasn’t going to greet anyone when he was in his most groggiest of moods this morning. Nope. |
Chase was just going to pretend this was just going to an early class with his fellow students... Honestly daily exercises would turn into such an event. He was sure of it. So he jogged down to the Quidditch Pitch as a warm up "Good morning, Headmaster. Professors," he spoke, nodding his head in respect to the adults and masking his curious gaze at the Headmaster in particular. So many questions he had... Maybe he ought to speak to his own Head of House to figure out what exactly was going on. "Hey!" He offered a smile to some of his peers before sidling up to Stasya. "Sorta wonder what those consequences would have been...." he whispered. Maybe they ought to start stretching. He decided to casually start stretching. Who knew what this man was going to make them do other than running? Running was probably the beginning... Speaking of exercise... where was Anna? |
Feel free to claim! No. No, no, no, no, no. This was dumb. This was the dumbest thing ever. Tessa could understand how exercise could be mandatory - after all, her mum told her it was that way in a lot of muggle schools, but before DAWN? This had to be illegal or something. Surely. Maybe this was a.....very weird nightmare....? But no, after pinching herself multiple times and hearing movement from her dormmates, she was forced to come to the conclusion that she was definitely awake. UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH. As much as Tessa hated the idea of a morning jog, she didn't much fancy being in trouble on the first day back either, so she begrudgingly pulled on appropriate clothing and tied her hair up. She wasn't shouting her protests from the roof for one simple reason - IT WAS TOO EARLY. She desperately hoped that this was a one off thing. A once a year kinda thing. Twice a year, tops. Anything more and this new Headmaster and Tessa would be having problems. With one last longing glance at her bed, Tessa left her dorm with her dormmates and headed down to the Quidditch pitch. Usually, she would be cheery and upbeat, but right now she was too tired to manage even a smile. ......................... ".....Good???.....morning???....." she managed to utter to the Headmaster and Professors. One of those words was a lie. Could you guess which??? This particular morning was not going to be good at all. |
Lex hadn't slept last night due to her worry about this term's changes so far.... so she hadn't been woken up by the booming announcement from Headmaster Scrimgeour. But, this also meant that she was exhausted, and not much looking forward to doing a bunch of running. Besides, her recent growth spurt had made her quite awkward and clumsy. This was not going to be fun. As she made her way to the quidditch pitch, she stifled several yawns. She rubbed her tired eyes and waited for further instructions from Scrimgeour. Had he said that this was a daily thing? As in, they had to do this running every day?! This certainly left Lex in a grumpy mood. She sighed impatiently, which was unusual for her; typically she was the most patient person she knew. But she just wanted to get this thing over with and stay out of trouble. "Morning," she managed to mumble to the people around her, and gave each of the professors and Headmaster Scrimgeour a quick nod. |
Abra, penny, Nathan mentions open to all Patrick was not thrilled to be up this early. He was a growing boy and needed food. He seriously hated getting up this early. He typically only got up this early for baseball tournaments on the weekend. His eyes felt tired, which was why he had kept his head low and hoped he wouldn’t have to be too interactive. He had tried to be a good house leader and get the first years up and at em. He really was not looking forward to this. What wizard in their right mind needed to be able to run? Didn’t they just aparate where they needed to. Although Patrick supposed it wouldn’t be that bad since he had run a few miles a few times each week during the summer. But a headmaster imposing such a thing. He nodded at the professors who were already at the field. And he gave a very quiet “good morning headmaster.”. He had stood next to a couple of his friends nodding at Penny, Abra, Nathan, and his house mate Skyler. He was trying to see if any Maxton was anywhere to be found so he could ask about stragglers. He hopped they’d wait until the headmaster had told them the punishment before deciding to stay in bed. He was anxious because this did not bode well for a new year. He was concerned that this would be a very different year, although maybe it would be safer. |
SPOILER!!: Patrick Finally, a familliar face. Skyler smiled at Patrick and ran over to him. She was too scared to say much before the headmaster had a word in but she did smile at Patrick at least. "Morning' Patrick," she managed to mutter, her fear mixing with annoyance. She was annoyed because this is what Hogwarts had come to. A dismill place. She was scared too. Shd had read all about the second wizard war and about how Diloris Umbridge had managed to take over the school and eventually the ministry of magic. Is this what it's going to be like? |
Stella looked at Chase and Lucas and gave them a small wave, afraid if she smiled she was going to get into trouble. Dear God they were going to be running, what the heck did he think this was a military school? It was Hogwarts a magical school where they learned magic not running around the bloody quidditch field! The sun wasn't even up yet, so why was she up again? Oh... yeah, the big bad wolf of a Headmaster said for everyone to be here, so... here she was. This year was turning out to such a great start... not! Stella thought this year was going to be fun and good, not like she was in military school being punished. What was next running around singing some kind of chant? She was definitely feeling like she waa at a military school then at Hogwarts, a place of happiness and magic. |
Septimus had definitely woken up more as he made his long way to the familiar pitch, the third year glad that the weather was still pretty warm being so early in September. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students should sooooo get excused for part of these exercises given how much they walked already in their normal everyday passage up and down from their respective towers. That had to be at least one or two laps around the pitch. As he arrived, it was clear he wasn’t the first there, but that was to be expected. Especially for the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs there. And there was the headmaster and a few professors there as well. One new one seemed to be pleased with the gathering while Professor Stewart appeared to be trying to keep her cool. “Morning Headmaster…Professors,” he greeted them to keep polite himself. His new head of house getting a small weak smile from him. |
Beth’s eyes glanced around the Quidditch pitch as she tried to find faces she knew…really, she was trying to see if this was a WHOLE school thing or just a few-people thing. It just so happened that she had heard Professor Stewart’s cold greeting to the new headjerkwad and couldn’t help but forget everything and forgive. ”Professor Stewart, Professor…math-guy” see she didn’t yet know Professor Davis but she was going to be polite. Purple toad boy Dorian got a small wave and Stella…gosh, she got a giant grin. |
Daehyun just knew no good would come with the new headmaster. Mainly because he never got those gut feelings, but he did that morning when, even though he'd already been awake, he hadn't been prepared to run around the Quidditch pitch. Him and running? They were like two parallel lines that would never meet. ... and now they had obligatory running exercises. Merlin, help him. He was anything but athletic. Having been awake when the blaring noise woke everyone else up didn't help. He was awake, yes, but not awake. Only conscious enough to read a book in bed, no more. So, there he was, dragging one foot in front of the other on the way to the pitch, shivering slightly in the early morning chill. Or maybe it was only him who felt cold - being dragged out of his warm bed was cruel. Muttering the lightest "Morning," in the general direction of everyone with a slight nod, he buried his hands in his pockets and his chin in his sweater, and awaited further ungodly instructions. |
Chase offered Stella a small smile. Twas early in the morning, was it not? He then gave her a salute accompanied with a wink. He turned his attention back towards the Professors when GG herself appeared out of nowhere. SPENLEY was the new Salty, hey? He appreciated that but he'd never tell HER that. No, no, no, never. Otherwise, she'd get a big ego. Besides, he was such a good friend that he couldn't possibly ever, ever, ever let that happen. Nope. Chase was a great friend. He paused, listening to Beth's whispers and just paused. Hostile takeover? He supposed. "I guess..."... The Professors just let the guy intervene. Well there was nothing really that they could do. This guy assumed the position of power. If they intervened, then they would risk losing their jobs..... He understood that. Beth continued talking.This guy disliked fun... and activities.. "Well we can't be sure..." he lied. In his heart, he had a feeling that this new Headmaster would hate the concept of a dance team and perhaps maybe even Quidditch. Beth Greyvson was beginning to ruffle his feathers. "Greyvson... We just have to give this a go... Y'know the whole not judge a book by its cover or whatever that phrase is?? Y'know what I mean..." He was trying to follow big brother, Lucas', advice and play it safe.. "maybe he's not so bad... ?" #Doubtful. |
Standing by THEO Waking up was hard on a normal basis. Waking up earlier to go running was EVEN harder. Especially if you were not mentally prepared for it and a very gruff old man was (virtually) yelling in your ear very early in the morning to do so. At first, Natalie was angry because she had been woken up, then she was confused because no one had ever MADE her run before. Then she remembered her attitude at the feast and how she thought this may be a good thing; to have new authority and new rules. So, she rolled out of bed, put on some leggings, a sweatshirt and the most appropriate running shoes she owned and dragged herself outside, tying her hair up into a knot on top of her head on her way. She wasn't trying to be cute. Veering away from the group of housemates she saw, Natalie instead went to go stand by Theo. She didn't say anything. Just stood by him. And may eventually lean on him if she fell asleep. |
Lizzie, still groggy from sleep stumbled towards the Quidditch pitch. She thought that she'd gotten used to the time change but now, she wasn't so sure. She followed the flow of students entering the large wooden structure. She'd only heard about Quidditch but had yet to have a chance to witness a game, by the size of the stadium she was optimistically looking forward to it, but first...exercise?! It looked like the rest of the students that had gathered were just as confused and unexcited about this early morning wake up and there were whispers of something having happened at the feast, though Lizzie, not really knowing any of the Professors was unsure what or who, had happened. She remembered seeing people coming and going out of the corner of her eye, but the feast had taken most of her attention, and she was worried, if the exercise included running whether she'd see the remains of the feast make a reappearance. She was relatively fit, but definitely out of practice. She sent a sympathetic look to the other students around her. |
Stella looked at Beth and frowned. " Figured all that much, what are we in military school?" she said in a hushed whisper. Stella almost giggled at what Beth said she covered her hand over her mouth stifling giggles her sleeve of her robe covering her face. "Judging by his look, he doesn't know the definition of fun if a snake spoke it to him in parseltongue and he could understand it!"said Stella in a hushed whisper to Beth. She wasn't trying to be funny. ok... maybe alittle but Beth was so much fun! but she was being serious as well. The beady eye stone face big bad wolf would probably forbid them to do anything fun. Hearing Chase comment she let out a small snort. " Yeah... Judging by his cold stoney face and beady eyes he's going to be so much fun, just what I wanted to be in military school my first year here!"Stella said to Chase sarcastically in a hushed voice. She might be a first year but she was a spunky little firecracker that spoke her mind. Oh yeah.... Mr. Stoney face bad wolf was going to be so pleasant and nice, he looked like a bear that might bite your head off if you poke it with a stick. Stella really did have asthma, what if she had a attack? that wouldn't be good, although she had her stuff on her but what if she fainted or so? Oh...Merlin that wouldn't be good. |
For the love of all things good and holy! Maddie had heard the announcement. Loud and clear, thank you very much. She had tried to start wearing make-up to classes this year, but now thanks to Sergeant Scrimgeour and his early wake-up call, that was a no-go for today. She arrived at the pitch and was met with an already-growing crowd. So what was this again? SORE? Sigh. Maddie had played Quidditch last school year and was no stranger to exercise, but did anybody really have time for this mess? Furthermore, why were there so many professors standing around openly calling this man Headmaster like he really, truly was or something? Had they forgotten how hard Hawthorne worked to fight those Inferi? So, what were they supposed to be doing? Running or something? |
Bettie found her way tho the Quidditch pitch were the headmaster and some professors already are waiting. "Good morning headmaster and Professors," she greeting them and added toward the headmaster "should I stretch now or will be doing that before we run?" |
Tristan was in a mood...which was a massive understatement. Didn't this man know he had creatures to tend to at all hours of the day? Why was it mandatory for him to be here? But...he had to keep it under control. He needed to be here for the students during this rather difficult transition, as well as his colleagues. Wearing a t-shirt and sweats, he made his way over to the group of students, professors, and the new headmaster. The thought of this guy being headmaster really made him want to roll his eyes, but he kept a stern smile on his face as he joined the group. "Morning, everyone. Headmaster." He gave the older man a curt nod. Bloody hell, this was going to be annoying. He looked around, wondering where a certain Astronomy Professor was, knowing this was going to be just as annoying for him. |
Beth almost perked up when she saw Daniel there – but something stopped her…Spenley’s comment about him being her ‘boyfriend’. So here she was just acting as cool as a cucumber and plotting things…the usual. Her eyes panned over to Chase once more almost widening in shock, no, we can’t be dramatic today Beth she mentally spurned herself as she stood there. His words made NO sense at all. |
It felt like they had been standing there for ages, just waiting. It would surely take forever for everyone to arrive here, and the air outside was chilly. Lex felt her skin breaking out in goosebumps, and rubbed her hands together for warmth. She shivered, and let out a deep sigh. Then she heard a familiar voice commenting on the weather. She looked around groggily and saw Beth, a fellow second-year that she'd met on the carriages before the Feast. She inched her way towards the Slytherin. "Hey," she whispered. "What d'you suppose this is all about?" She wished she were still in bed. Maybe she'd have fallen asleep if she weren't out here right now. "I wonder how long this will take," she continued quietly, shivering again. |
Derf hadn't exactly been awake when that NOISE had happened, but he had been more half awake than anything else. Initially, the noise had triggered some things within the Hufflepuff and caused some fear induced involuntary secretions - sorry house elves. Heart drumming in his chest, the sixth year had reached for his wand in preparation to defend himself against attack...only there wasn't one and it was just an announcement about some harmless running? Well....THIS he could handle for real! Gladly, Derf had "Good morning!" he greeted the crowd at large sprightly, his bright blues not taking in any one person in particular and honestly just keen to keep moving. "Just let me know where you need me to be, Headmaster," he offered the grim looking man. You know, towards the back to help stragglers or in the middle or WHATEVER! |
Open to anyone Hanna appeared at the Quidditch pitch sleepy eyed and annoyed. WHY did she have to be waken up so early? She already disliked this man, and now she almost HATED him. Except she didn't want to hate anyone. That was a big feeling to have and she didn't want the burden of carrying it. So, she tried to focus on some... good things. "Hello," she said groggily to those around her. She yawned widely and wiped the yawn-tears from her eyes. Okay, so she LIKED being outside. Sometimes. Not this early, though. Like... from late afternoon onwards. And this certainly wasn't late afternoon. She liked excercise! Loved to dance, to prance, and stretch. But she didn't like running. At all. She sighed, before another yawn took over. Everything about her day was goung to be so Cattywampus. She was supposed to get up, shower, get her uniform on, her books for the day ready in a certain order, pack her bag, go for breakfast and read, head to her first class. That was what she did. Her routine. But now what was she going to do with this... this SORE business? |
Merlin, it's cold, he'd heard. So it wasn't only him! Perking up upon hearing his name, it took his tired brain to process that the voice was actually very familiar and belonged to Beth. "Beth, hi," he said with a smile, before turning to the new lion, Stella. He remembered her getting sorted into Gryffindor, but he had yet to meet the girl. Shaking his head, he said, "I haven't, welcome to Gryffindor!" Maybe he would have sounded more enthusiastic and offered the girl a larger smile, but the poor thing had to endure what looked like a dreadful first year at Hogwarts. Unless she enjoyed early morning workouts. "Am I the only one ecstatic about all this?" he muttered under his breath to the two girls, obviously not ecstatic at all. Why weren't there early morning book clubs in the library instead? Now for that he'd be excited. |
Théo and Natalie Well... This was one way to start sixth year? Yawning, and yawning again on top of that other yawn so her jaw cracked, Sylvie Norcott padded around in her excercise clothes, looking for Tayo, or Faith and Chris and Zoryn and Hawke and really anyone who's her friend. But mostly Tayo because they worked out together a lot anyway, albiet not this early. Last time Sylvie was up this early she had to catch a bus that would take her to France so she could stay at Chris' relatives and go to a music festival. Take her back to the music festival and away from this strict new Headmaster, world. Please. She milled around the students, eventually spotting Théo and Natalie over across the little group and made a beeline for them. And.. yawned, again. "Mornin' guys." She wasn't against this running in the morning thing, per say, but.... maybe next time they could wait for the sun, Scrimgeour? It's cold without the sun. |
Natalie, Theo, Sylvie and everyone <3 Running bright and early had already been on his agenda, because those sweets he had consumed in the train and the feast he had not been nervous to devour the night before? - they were sitting under his skin; mocking him. So running was more than welcome, running with everyone at school was not. Nonetheless, the former wolverine was down at the pitch - stretching and looking for a face he wouldn't mind standing by. Thankfully, all too soon his eyes caught Natalie and Theo, and he made his way over to them. "Not a fan of mornings, I am guessing?" he asked her, and gave Theo a nod in greeting. Noticing the yawn of the girl (Sylvie) who seemed to know Natalie and Theo too, he raised a brow, "Is this a usual Hogwarts thing?" Because by the looks of everyone, it didn't seem so. |
Quick phone post because Anna says she HAS TO BE HERE NAO Annna was having a great night's sleep, as usual, when the ridiculously loud noise and voice and crazy demands woke her up. Huh. She wasn't too sure what she thought about it, but running was never an issue for her as she did it anyways With her GRYFFINDOR running gear on - house pride, yo - the fourth year had her hair pulled up in a tight ponytail when she jogged her way to where the gathering was. "Good morning!" She greeted everyone there with a smile as she came to a stop. Truth be told, it had felt odd watching the headmistress be dismissed right in front of them all, but Anna was actually willing to give these new people the benefit of the doubt. She liked changes and was going to be watching to see what would happen, both good and bad. She saw Chase and Beth and a few others whispering and moved to stand nearer them, but not too close. The brunette also sent Penny and Patrick a smile and a wave before looking back at the 'new bosses' to see what would come next. |
*Includes Dare* Daisy had made her way to the Quidditch pitch as quickly as possible. She limped straight towards the Headmaster and shook his metallic hand whilst saying, "Welcome to Hogwarts, sir. You do have nice eyes. They're very assertive. I was severely injured last year but I'll do my best." In her mind, Daisy was telling this new Headmaster that he better not call her lazy. She quickly let go of his hand and headed for the rest of the group. |
Ryder was not pleased. Not one bit. He'd dragged his feet out of bed, only because their quidditch captain told them to and he wanted to be on the team this year, dragged his feet to get on his clothes, and dragged himself all the way down to the pitch. Shoving on the remaining piece of clothing, he sweatshirt, he lifted the hood to cover his cold ears and shoved his hands into the front pocket to get them warm. There were...smiles...in the forming group. He stopped just short of the crowd to hang in the back and sulk in silence. |
He wasn't a morning person. AT ALL. That coupled with the fact that he was an extremely deep sleeper and could probably snooze through the apocalypse meant that by the time Max finally dragged himself to the Quidditch Pitch there was already a small crowd of students. He was almost a no-show but there was only so much of that blaring announcement he'd been able to cope with. That and he wasn't keen on finding out what 'serious consequences' meant. He was sleepy. He was hungry. He was grumpy. He had a serious case of bed hair. And he didn't run. He couldn't run. The last time he had done any form of exercise was chasing the ice cream van ten years ago. Rubbing the sleepy dust out of his eyes, Max joined the pack of students and waited for the nightmare to ensue. |
Gaston was no stranger to late nights and early mornings, as balancing his roles as father and professor kept him up at all hours of the day and night. But last night was different. The events of the feast replayed in his mind throughout the night, making it impossible to sleep for the emotions plaguing him… all the shock, anger, and overwhelming sadness over Regina's departure; the haunting memories of last term and fears of what this one might bring refused to die. Yet all those feelings paled in comparison to the longing for his daughter. This was the longest he'd been away from her since he was in St. Mungo's! As much as he needed her comfort now, he knew it had to be this way. He couldn't go on terrifying her - and even if she wanted him around, he was sure the newly appointed headmaster would never allow home visits. With a heavy breath and an even heavier heart, Gaston approached the quidditch pitch wearing a black track suit and fully prepared to run with the students. He couldn't in good conscience ask the students to do something he wasn't willing to do himself! He was used to long runs or walks around the school grounds, though not usually at the crack of dawn and more often than not with his cat Phantom at his side, so he could get behind this routine… as long as it didn't become a vehicle to demean and humiliate the students. That thought reminded him of his childhood gym class, and he shuddered at the memory. Stifling a yawn, Gaston nodded politely to the metal-armed man. “Good morning, Headmaster,” he greeted, hoping against hope that his fear wouldn't show in his voice or in his eyes. Merlin, this man intimidated him more than the entire Inferi horde that attacked Hogwarts! At least with the Inferi, he knew what their intentions were so he could come up with a plan of defense. There was no telling what Scrimgeour was capable of! “Good morning, Foster, Kaysha, Tristan, students,” Gaston said, nodding to each person in turn. He stood with the other staff, making sure to keep the headmaster in his line of sight at all times. Someone had to keep an eye on him - them, all of them! |
Now THIS was how you got a head start on your day. Calvin had been up before the announcement, not ever having been one to sleep in but it was still refreshing. As was the early morning air. Ahhhhh, just smell it. Fresh. Crisp. A real waker upper. Pity the whole day couldn’t be like this. The man got up from his meditation and made his way out to the pitch. He’d already known more or less that this would be happening and was dressed for the occasion. “Good morning, all.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost think the man was in a chipper mood. What could he say? It did his heart some good to see so many of the students already present and ready for the morning exercise—even if they weren’t really ready—and seeing a few more heading over on his way down was equally uplifting. There was no need to resist the order. This was how it was meant to be and it pleased him to know that at the very least they could follow the instructions given to them. The Divination Professor settled somewhere near Scrimgeour, not at all engaging his colleagues. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but he had nothing he wanted to say to them and didn’t think there was need for forced conversation. |
Was he surprised that an adult was the first to arrive at the pitch? No, not really. In fact, Scrimgeour didn't mind that one bit. He gave the man, whose name he did not know, a nod. In fact, it was a nod of genuine approval since the professor seemed rather eager to lend a hand. "We'll need staff members stationed around the pitch when the students start making their laps. Make sure to give any necessary encouragement should they start slacking," the old man replied. Speaking of students, the sight of the first few caught his eye. He watched them with observant eyes as they approached, taking note of the ones who were ready to start their character-building and then those who were, to put it quite bluntly, the runts of the pack. Those that greeted him received a nod in return. Those that did not, well, he would whip them into shape in no time at all. And that included the professors who needed a reminder of who was in charge now, such as that Muggle Studies professor. "Stewart, is it?" the headmaster asked gruffly in response to her 'greeting.' It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. There were more important things to him than getting someone's name right. "It has come to my attention that you and some of your colleagues did not stand during my speech last night." There was a lengthy pause before he spoke again, casting a glance at the Creatures professor too. He was hearing this, right? "You and those select colleagues, whenever they arrive, can join the students in running laps this morning and set a good example." His order was nonnegotiable. They, honestly, were lucky to still have their jobs. The same went for the Head Girl, whose badge was on the verge of being revoked. Special treatment for her had come to an end. "There will be no opting out. You will make your laps just like everyone else, whether you run them like the others or have to succumb to walking and end up missing your breakfast. And I will be taking ten points from Ravenclaw for not arriving in proper attire for your exercises." Without another word, he turned away from the girl and gazed upon the other students that had arrived. The male Hufflepuff prefect received a look, one that wasn't intimidating. Scrimgeour was actually impressed with the boy's enthusiasm. "Just run. The staff and I will take care of the stragglers. Don't you worry about that." When he was greeted by the female Hufflepuff prefect, who shook his metal hand and commenting on his eyes. Assertive? He used to be an Auror, so naturally he was. Regardless, all of this was entirely uncalled for. He had to give her credit though: she was showing respect. "Back in ranks." He then caught sight of the Deputy Head. The old man didn't respond. He simply blinked at the man before addressing the crowd. "Right then. Let's not waste any more precious time," he grunted at them all. "Every morning at this time you all will be running laps around the pitch. While obligatory, this is not a punishment. In fact, it is for your benefit. Research has shown that morning exercise improves both mental and physical energy. Doing the S.O.R.E. will get your blood flowing, kickstart your brain, ensure you are awake during your lessons, improve classroom performance overall, and build character." Did they all hear that? There was logic behind all of this, whether they liked having to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn or not. "You will be making five laps around the pitch. When you are done, you can go rinse off, put on your uniform, and report to the Great Hall for breakfast," Scrimgeour explained. "Those who refuse to complete their S.O.R.E. will lose House points, serve detention, have privileges revoked..." His voice trailed off. They would also find out about the jinx soon enough. He doubted everyone had made it to the pitch, which meant there would be a number of students walking around with boils sprouting and spelling out 'TROLL' across their forehead. He, directing a nod toward Fletcher, then motioned at the entrance of the pitch with his metal prosthesis. "Begin." |
I mean, who has running clothes? Alastair hadn't thought to question the announcement, as for all he knew this was simply how life at Hogwarts was. It also might have been possible that the indignant, rude part of his brain had yet to wake up for the day. And so he'd tripped around the room, putting on various items that were the closest things he had to running clothes—because honestly, who had clothing meant specifically for running Quote:
... ...well, he couldn't very well argue with research, could he? All that bit about building character was bunk, in his opinion, but if this would lead to higher knowledge and better grades he was all for it, inappropriate footwear or no. With a slight slip-and-squelch from his shoes, he was off. |
catching up slightly Dizzy positioned herself half way between Beth and Hanna, a scowl deeply set on her still half asleep face. She was not happy, and as such wasn't really in the mood to greet anyone, be it her own niece, a friend or any member of staff. Neither was her outfit this early morning all that conducive to running, it just was, frankly, the closest thing she had that was. And that, in her mind, was on the headmaster. If you were going to require running clothes, than really, you should have added that to school supply list, should you not. Dizzy was really still too asleep, and otherwise in no mood to listen, and as a result, missed all of Professor Scrimgeour's little morning speech. All she truly caught was a vague recollection of 5 laps, and the very definitive "begin." Grumbling to herself so low and quiet it was practically a growl, Dizzy started her laps in something that was somewhere between a walk and a jog. |
Kimi grumbled as he listened to what the new headmaster was saying and thought to himself yeah right like it would help with classroom activity but he wasn't wanting to lose his house points so he started running his 5 laps but still he was not happy about doing this every morning |
Daisy who was in her running outfit (trousers, a shirt, socks and running shoes), tied her hair in a ponytail and made sure her laces were tied up properly just before Headmaster Scrimgeour told them to begin. She started off in a slow jog for the first five seconds trying to get her bad leg used to such exercise. Daisy then began to run, rather awkwardly as tears formed in her eyes. She had been told not to do such strenuous exercises but she had a feeling that if she mentioned this to the Headmaster that she'd be punished. She bit her lip and continued, her mind full of some choice words. |
Okay... Penny was kind of glad she had missed the speech this man had given during the feast. Not that she HATED him like the others seemed to without having given him a proper chance, but because his cold stare seemed to reach the souls of those on the pitch... and well his gruff voice made her uneasy. Which, in all fairness, wasn't a thing that didn't happen often. But still. And just as she made to give greetings to the schoolmates who had nodded her way, the man had barked that it was time to start their laps. Everyone. Including those who had whined about it. Heh. Not that Penny was at the height of shape for her age or anything, but she didn't mind a little exercise, to be honest. There wasn't much that got her riled up at all really. And she had more than enough SENSE not to sass adults. Especially ones that had fired their Headmistress and laid down the law. Sheesh. Weren't these people ever going to learn when it behooved them to keep their mouths shut?! Starting out at a slow jog (so as not to wear herself out before the last), Penny started her laps with NO fuss. She didn't even pull a face or anything. Instead she was falling in line and doing as was told... until she found a reason not to. |
Anyone can claim the student the note is passed to... Text Cut: Fletcher and Sergeant Scrimgeour Maddie glanced down at her clothes, which were the closest thing she had to 'running clothes', seeing as she'd been a Quidditch player last school year. Again, she was used to this sort of thing, but did it have to be so often and so early? She didn't see HIM running laps. She glanced up when the Divination professor greeted them. "Good morning," she said, her voice having an uncertainty to it. She still didn't know what to think of this guy. He hadn't necessarily done anything wrong, but it had to be miserable being Scrimgeour's puppet. Her jaw dropped when the sergeant ordered a few of the professor's to run laps, as well. Could he even do that? She also fought the urge to correct him and add the Professor title to the name Stewart. What a turd this man was. She gave Professor Stewart an apologetic look. So five laps it was, hmm? Maddie sighed softly to herself then took off. As soon as she was a good distance away, she removed a very small folded up piece of parchment from her pocket and re-read what she'd written in a forced handwriting different from her on. ...and this was how a person very slowly starting planting the idea of rebellion into everyone else's minds. "Psst," she said, whispering to the kid beside her. "Here. Take it." |
Why couldn't they just greet him and then start running this waiting around was making him more sleepy and it really wasn't a good thing. He was yawning more and more seeing everyone else yawn. It was contagious after all, it was a fact! He saw Nat come by him and smiled not wanting to waste more energy talking right now. Also he was an excellent person to lean against and sleep if he decided to give a lecture before running, just saying. There was Sylvie, who did morning exercises with him but see they were forced and a still later than this. Making this mandatory made all the difference "Mooooorrrning" He tried not yawning but failed mid saying that. Oh, Zach from the train. "Not when the morning is forced" Like even when they were forced to do morning qudditch practice at the crack of dawn you had the wind from flying to wake you up a little bit. Man look at all the professors. Where they forced to do this also. Ah he was finally talking. Praise Merlin. ok. Grooooaaan. Every morning. There goes his quite morning runs. 5 Laps......could be worse and could be better. Guess he will start running now since he said begin. Lets not go full speed to start this thing. |
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. |
……. this dude was joking, right? There was absolutely no way he was capable of running laps EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING. Nope nope nope. He got a painful stitch just from walking the four floors to the library. And all that stuff about it kickstarting the brain???? The only thing he needed to get his morning kickstart was a strong cup of coffee. Max glanced helplessly at the other Professors, wondering when one of them was gonna crack and yell ‘HAAAH! GOTCHAAA!’ Because this had to be some sort of weird start-of-term elaborate prank, right? RIGHT???? It appeared not, because people were already setting off for their laps. Grumbling moodily under his breath, Max leaned down to fake tie his shoelaces in an attempt to delay the inevitable and think of some kind of escape plan. |
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Penny turned her head as she heard the PSSST beside her. Glancing up and then back down to her housemate's hand she grimaced a little. A note? For her? What was this? Hesitating for a moment she started to just shake her head and speed up a bit, but that would be considered the HEIGHT of rudeness. Penny was not rude, you see. So after some deliberation, she took the note and unfolded it. Her eyes scanned the message and she began to shake her head. Nope. This was a big chunk of NOPE. She wanted no part of this. Shoving the note back toward the girl all she said was, "No thank you," before speeding up just a hair and moving on along. Not today Circe. Not today. |
Text Cut: Erindipity Maddie's gaze traveled back and forth between her housemate and the field before her. No way was she tripping and falling over her own two feet. The two seemed to fall into step with one another as Penny read over the note. Maddie didn't really notice the hesitation the girl was showing. She was trying to pass the note discretely, after all. At the girl's response, Maddie nodded and continued on her run. She would not allow Hogwarts to defeat an army of Inferi, some with lifelong injuries and some with temporary injuries, just to come back the next school and be ruled by a sergeant. As she ran forward, she accidentally dropped the note, and she winced to herself as she realized it'd be too revealing to go back for it now. Dang it. She could only hope it fell into the right hands now. Lap one down...four to go. |
Running wasn't a new thing for Magdalena. She did it every day. It was part of her work out regime, which she needed for both her gymnastics and quidditch. So she wasn't opposed to the running. What she did not like was the way they had been woke up. Luckily she was a morning person, but it had still not gone down well. She could have done with a bit more sleep, but that was okay. Hopefully a good run, and then a nice healthy breakfast would help. She just hoped that none of her fellow peers would get in the way. She liked having a good pace with her running. There was a smile on the gryffindor's face as she headed down to the quidditch pitch. Yes it was early, and they were being forced to do this, but actually she was looking forward to it. She liked running, and so didn't have a problem with it. She smiled as she listened to the headmaster speak. To be honest, she didn't really need to. She enjoyed running, and didn't mind having to do it. But maybe some other students needed some sort of pep talk. Finally. They could go. Mags finished the few stretches she was doing, and then set off. She started slow at first, a nice gentle jog, before beginning to speed up. These 5 laps would be done in no time. |
My apologies if I left someone out that greeted him. Foster heard you. Splendid, he thought as Headmaster Scrimgeour spoke. He was perfectly capable of encouraging the youngsters to run. “Will do, sir” was his only response. It was all that was necessary. The students were starting to arrive, and several of them appeared to be less than enthusiastic over the mornings events. “Professor Stewart. So nice to see you on this beautiful morning.” A slight smile crossed his lips as she stood next to him. She, as well as the increasing number of students, looked displeased. “Miss Starson, I am well, thank you.” A few more complainers, then a polite Gryffindor. “Mr. Botros” he gave a nod to the young man. The group was growing, but not at a rate that was acceptable. If he could be down at the pitch in a reasonable time, the students surely could as well. “Mr. Potter. Good morning to you. Today’s activity should work those yawns right out of you.” Then, another polite Gryffindor. “Miss Dalgaard-Volkova, good morning to you.” He made a mental note that the Gryffindors appeared to be the most polite of the houses thus far just as another couple of Gryffindors greeted them. “Good morning, Mr. Spenley, Miss Roberts.” Ahh, a polite Ravenclaw, he thought “Mr. Hadley-Nairne.” Then a Slytherin that called him math guy. “It’s Professor Davis, Miss Greyvson. You would be wise to remember the names of all the professors. If in doubt, ask your Head of House or your Prefect. Ignorance is no excuse for disrespect, young lady.” After greeting Miss Blackwell, he spotted Tristan approaching. “Good morning, Professor Wayland.” Although his colleagues expression did not look as if good was a part of his morning. The reactions from the long term professors was starting to make him wonder if something very wrong was going on. In general, if an unfit leader was removed from their position, those beneath them are pleased. This was not appearing to be the case. With a nod to the polite Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne, and a curious look towards Miss Swann over her comment to the headmaster, Foster greeted a few of the last to arrive. He got in a quick “Professor Marchand, Professor Fletcher” before the headmaster made his speech. Once the instructions were given, Foster dashed off to the far side of the pitch, to better encourage the students and make sure none were slacking off at the halfway point. |
Mentions of Tristan and Kaysha Unimpressed. Kalen was fully unimpressed. Oh he was there, he had quietly gotten to the pitch and had sidled up next to Tristan, his hands on his sweatpanted hips as he took a look around at the students and then at Scrimgeour as he spoke. They were going to have to do this every morning? Was he crazy? And think of the students in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, they would have to come down all those stairs, run, and head back up all those stairs just to change and come back down for breakfast. Kalen wondered if he could sneakily let those kids go early so they wouldn’t miss breakfast. And then he heard that he had to run, because he didn’t stand last night? Kalen’s snort was a bit loud as he heard that and he gave the man a look. Was. He. Serious? “Come on Tris and Kay.. lets walk.” He said as he gave Scrimgeour the eye. No way would he give the man the satisfaction of seeing him run. No. Way. |
*too lazy for metric so pretend he is thinking in that* Maddie's note too! The sixth year wasn't too sure what all to make of that look, but it made him feel somewhat comfortable. It was one of approval and, well, with approval came a brand of validation, you know? Though the headmaster's words once again were what brought about the unease and in a BIG way. So...there would be no team building then...this was an individual challenge? "Oh..." he said, feeling a bit crestfallen. "Okay..." To make matters worse was what he said to Jessa, the bit about her losing her breakfast privileges. While Derf had never been a fan of food in lessons...he now hoped that the usual suspects came equipped so Jessa could get something. Starvation...was NOT a teaching technique. So, while the man began to address the crowd and instruct, the Hufflepuff moved beside his (best?) friend and nudged her gently. "I'll sneak something out of the Great Hall for you if it comes to that, don't worry," he assured her. He could easily manage a banana and muffin at least since the pockets of his robes still had the undetectable extension charm on them from...Scamander days. Just laps though? That didn't seem too bad, even if five was sorta a lot even for an athlete like himself. A quidditch pitch was five hundred feet long and a hundred and eighty feet wide...and seeing as there were 5 tomatoes in a mile...yikes. Though there WAS something to be said about the points he was making about morning exercise being good...because that WAS true. His U-17 quidditch trainer had even listed 8 benefits of it and, well, it was partly why the 16-year-old had been able to bulk up over the summer. Working those hormones to his advantage, he could get behind that. You know, testosterone and stuff naturally circulating at their peaking during the early morning and a lot less in the afternoon and evening...and release those endorphins! SOMETHING good had to come from all the raging hormones he had, you know? And, well, honestly...a lot of the progress that had been made with his own anxiety and coping emotionally with all his trauma...had been boosted by his morning exercise routine. So it was, after a few more stretches, that Derf took off at a brisk jog himself. Though, as he jogged, that unsettled feeling back to sink in again. He wasn't to help his classmates who were struggling? Was that not the role of a prefect though? How did THIS foster a safe environment if peers couldn't provide emotional support and stuff when it was necessary. And...what exactly was the kind of encouragement the man kept uncomfortably stressing? His pace was slowing a bit as he thought about all this, but he made a decision that set his heart and mind at ease...and thus his pace increased and he unknowingly stepped right on the note Maddie had dropped, pushing it down into the damp ground of the pitch. Some mud with that rebellion? |
For a brief moment, Drewett had considered going back to the Stemp House for homeschooling instead. But alas, he was here and he was being forced to run five laps. Waking up early wasn't a problem of his because he was very much a morning person, but never for reasons related to physical activity that he did not at all sign up for. He was probably going to write to Mrs. Stemp after classes today about this, to see if it does anything. He had considered walking for the rest of the laps, but Drew knew he would be late to class if he didn't try to speed up a little. Unwillingly, he let himself jog. And flashes of himself puking right after this session crossed his mind. Yup, he was going to puke. For sure. After stretching a little bit, which would most likely not do much because Drew wasn't a big fan of exercising, he went off. Where were his friends? They ran too fast. Oh Merlin. Come on, scrawny legs. He was panting all the way through. |
... was this man serious? Daehyun had been beyond upset about headmistress Hawthorne's departure and didn't like the new guy at all - those were things established at the feast. But, this? Running laps around the Quidditch pitch every single morning?! He fought hard to keep in a snort when Scrimgeour said it would improve mental and physical energy. Why wasn't he running along, then? And the other thing that irked him - did the guy actually make professors run, too? Who in the world did he think he was? Because he'd never been a good actor and couldn't contain the displeasure on his face, Daehyun turned away and kicked off on a light sprint, huffing and puffing, his eyes rolled so far back that they might stay that way at the guy's words. Now one thing he didn't want was to lose house points or serve detention. There was no chance he was going to actually finish the five laps, but he was going to follow orders... for the moment. |
Maddie's note! Nettie was there PURELY so she didn't have to end up in detention. Or lose house points. If she wasn't trying to be a better student this year, she would have skipped this nonsense without a second thought - but she was trying to be better for her house, so here she was. Without a single bite of food in her stomach. She had to admit though - the promise of a warm, hot breakfast after all this WAS a good motivator for her. The awkwardness between some of the professors and their new Headmaster didn't go unnoticed by Nettie - but she was sure that was bound to happy. The whole staff couldn't be happy about Hawthrone leaving (or the manner in which is had been done) and probably didn't agree with all of THIS. But he was making THEM run too?! Wow. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment. As they began, she noticed her friend Maddie up a few feet in front of her. Only problem was - she was teeny, and trying to push through the crowd to get to her friend wasn't going very well. Couldn't they have done this in smaller groups? She was likely to get trampled! Eyes still on her friend, she watched in confusion when Maddie tried to shove something at another Hufflepuff - only to have it pushed back at her. And then it fell into the ground. It looked like...a note or something? And then DERF STEPPED ON IT. Gross. Still, her curiosity got the better of her, and she made a beeline for it. She scooped it up in her hand and got a good amount of mud along with it - but she got the note. She wiped her hands on her running pants to get the mud off - EWWW - and then opened it carefully, trying to be discrete about it as she ran. She hurried towards a large group of students, hoping to blend her small frame in to the herd of people. It was kind of hard to read, due to the mud and the water, but it was still legible, thank goodness. She giggled at the message - take THAT Scrimgeour - and suddenly found herself a bit more...motivated. If the castle itself didn't want him there, it was only a matter of time till all this nonsense was OVER with. She could grin and bare it for that long, right? Now, to pass on the note...she followed it up, holding it in her palm, looking for someone to pass it off to - if anyone had noticed her reading it, otherwise it'd be kind of hard to do it discretely. |
Sylvie, Zach, Tayoooo Hearing another voice come closer, Natalie turned and saw Slyvie joining her and Theo. She hadn't spent much time with the girl, but she seemed fine. New year, new day new friends. That's what Natalie kept telling herself. "Morning," Natalie replied. She was tired, but she was intrigued about this new Headmaster and his plans for the school. So she was up. And she was also pleased when a newly familiar face appeared in their group as well. It was Zach, from the train. "No, not particularly," she responded to his question with a tired sigh. Anyone who knew Natalie knew that she liked her sleep. LOVED her sleep. It was her greatest hobby. As for his other question. "Erm... No. This is new." A lot of people didn't like Hawthorne, but at least she didn't make them run laps. Natalie perked up when the Headmaster began talking, not without missing what he said to Jessa. She did worry about that... and decided she would keep an eye on her because she didn't want her to have an asthma attack. NOR did she want her to go without breakfast. It seemed rather harsh and Natalie wasn't sure how she felt about it, but... all she could do now was follow the rules and hope she didn't fall over before five laps. Five laps? She got winded just walking to Charms class. With a deep breath, Natalie glanced at her companions. "Shall we?" she asked, trying to be enthusiastic. Then she took off after Theo and followed in an a somewhat slow job. She didn't want to overdo herself, especially because she was NOT athletic. Natalie had tried running. Once. And then she got tired so gave up. So, today would be interesting. |
FIVE laps? Around THIS pitch? Abra didn't know what to think, though he instantly had to mentally rebuke himself for even daring to hope that this running exercise might be of a reasonable distance, judging by the general demeanour of the man who was setting the task. Abra was a Quidditch player, yes, he had had a certain level of fitness instilled in him from how much walking and stair-climbing was necessary just to get to and from his common room and classes, sure, and he had a naturally small and light Seeker's physique, OKAY, but a runner he was not. There was, after all, no need to run in Quidditch. With any luck, the muscle and fitness he had inadvertently worked on through all that swimming in the summer would help him out, but Abra still didn't see himself completing five laps of the pitch with anything remotely close to ease. That being said, he didn't raise a fuss, didn't even dare attempt to talk his way out of it, and resigned himself absolutely to the task at hand. He knew it was true, about morning exercise being good for you - his Healer had mentioned it so many times that he'd long since lost count - but that didn't mean he had to like it, or being forced into it. Or this early morning business. It was completely lost on him why there were so many smiling faces present, but he wished they'd take their smiles far away from him. Biting back a sigh with great difficulty, Abra turned towards the pitch and began jogging along with the general throng of people. It was tempting to try and go fast, to get the laps finished sooner, but even Abra knew that he needed to pace himself, that he'd never be able to maintain a sprint at that distance. Already the fresh morning air was feeling a little too crisp in his lungs for his liking. |
Being naturally curious, the Ravenclaw got a bit closer to hear the conversation between Jessa and the Headmaster. He wondered if she really has asthma or if it was just an excuse to get out of running. Not that he cared though, he cared about when he heard that Ravenclaw had lost 10 points. Why was it ALWAYS Ravenclaw? With a annoyed sigh, Dorian turned to listen to the Headmasters words. He had already figured that these morning exercises were for that kind of reason and he didn't minded it. He had been wanted ro excercise more anyway and this gave him a chance. Wait..."Five?!" he repeated. Sure he was mistaken right?......apparently not... When it was time to move, Dorian watched as people just took off. No, he was not going to injure his body just because the Headmaster demanded they'd run and instead began to walk and stretch his body to warm it up. If there was one thing he knew was that a warming up was essential even when going running. |
Stella got a wave in return and a smile to go with it because he, for one, was genuinely happy to see her. Familiar faces, you know? It might make this process a lot easier, whatever they were here fo- ........ Wait. Five laps? FIVE?! F I V E ?! Lucas audibly whimpered. One look around gave enough of a reason why. Did this Headmaster person see how big this pitch was? It was HUGE! And he had very small legs! Any mention about how good and beneficial it was was going right over the young Gryffindor's head because all he could think about was how he was going to run around this huge Quidditch pitch five times. His legs were going to fall off! The worst part? Daily. This was going to happen daily! But the idea of serving detention didn't sit well with him either, especially if it somehow got back to Mama about it. Lucas bit his lip, watching as some of the others started jogging already and he was just..... standing there. Gathering up as much energy as he could - which wasn't a lot - the first year started jogging in the general direction that the others were jogging in. Where was Emma? Could they have cuddles after this? Something told him they needed it. |
SPOILER!!: Headmaster Back in the ranks? In the ranks? So these students were considered cattle now? And what was his reason with including the professors in this? They had other adult priorities to contend with. Skyler frowned and stood at her place refusing to move. She wasn't going to be treated like this. "No." She said to him. "I'm not going to run the laps," she said. "I can understand you ordering us around, maybe, but the professors have adult things to take care of. Professor Wayland. has creatures to take care of. And the head girl that mentioned asthma, do you want her to faint half way theough her laps? What has this school come to be? Is it going to be like it was when professor Umbridge took over?" |
Five laps? FIVE? Lex sighed miserably (but not loud enough for Headmaster Scrimgeour to hear her, hopefully), and bent down to quickly make sure her shoes were securely tied. Her newfound clumsiness would NOT be her friend, she decided. As Lex began to break out into a slow jog, she noticed that a small piece of paper was being passed around in front of her. What was that about? She kept quiet - maybe she'd find out in due time what the note was, but she wasn't too keen on making any trouble. As she continued to jog around the pitch, her thoughts were mostly focused on how tired she was, and how much she really didn't want to trip over her own two feet - or someone else's, for that matter. She stayed at a steady pace, finishing her first lap without much trouble (apart from the whiny voice in her head that wanted to give up and go to sleep). One down, four more to go. |
Five...laps? If Charlie was riding a broom, it wouldn't be a problem, BUT to do it with his legs and feet? Well, it'd be agony, however, he knew he's destined to be a pro one day so he really shouldn't be complaining. He could take this opportunity to up his game, starting with a good cardio workout. What he didn't like though was the fact that his lower extremities will hate him for doing this. Leg days are the worst! And so, wearing his 'running gear' a.k.a Quidditch uniform from the last term, Charlie did some stretching while Drill Master Scrimgeour did all the talking. The American teen didn't miss out on the looks that the professors gave each other. So...he was right about the thing he said about Hogwarts when he asked his parents to transfer him back to Ilvermorny. Hogwarts was a military school, only this time, it was literal in every sense. One final backstretch was made before Charlie began his slow jog. For some reason, the Maybe Scrimgeour isn't bad news... Maybe. |
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"Hi," she breathed, matching the Prefect's steps. "My name's Lizzie, but you probably knew that." Wow, running made her mind muddy. "Was wondering if you minded if I accompanied you around the pitch, I always find running with company is more fun." |
Five laps?! Sure he wouldn’t have balked at it before but after spending three years previously at Hogwarts and not having a PE requirement made him not miss it. He ran on his own time and usually put in some sprints up the hill so he could put run his friends come baseball season but this was nuts. Sure it was less than his usual run but having to do it with all the hogwarts studnets made him dread it. Trying to be a good example was proving hard because he wanted to turn and walk right back up the grounds to the castle hit breakfast cause he was STARVING and hit go to class. Then it hit him the professors who didn’t stand were going to run too? “ Oh snap” he whispered to himself as he took off. He wasn’t sure how great the two newcomers hear was so he kept his grumbling to himself as he finished lap one amongst his friends. |
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Oh wow. Oh woooooow. All those times she had joked about wanting to get fitter, this was NOT WHAT SHE MEANT. Tessa wanted to protest - like, immediately - but she wasn't stupid. She could tell the Headmaster meant business. His business was stupid, but he had made it clear what would happen to people that didn't comply. Figuring that the sooner she started the sooner she would finish, she took off around the pitch looking #fierce with a glint in her eye. She would MAKE THINGS RIGHT if it was the last thing she did. For now....... NOPE. THIS WAS THE WORST. Her thoughts became a stream of 'NOPE NOPE NOPE' in time with her steps. |
Not a fat chance. She was here. That was enough wasn't it? The Gryffindor actually left the tower at the last possible moment she could without being late, not even bothering to change out of her sleepwear. Her shoes were so not ideal for running and she had absolutely no intention of doing so. In fact, the only reason why she was here was because that insufferable alarm was keeping her from falling back asleep and she wanted to get as far away from it as possible. OH and this stupid man was trying to ruin the Quidditch pitch for them too. GREAT. Since the moment Zoryn walked down, her arms were crossed tightly across her chest and boy, was she GLARING hard. A glare which only grew nastier as this 'new guy' began telling them that they were going to run every morning and that it was "obligatory". The Gryffindor rolled her eyes, looking around to see if anyone else was buying into this hippogriff dung. And to no one's surprise about seven first years looked like they had just wet themselves, a handful of third years looked like they were about to cry, and Derf... Well, he just looked like Derf, which, let's be honest... said a lot. "HA!" Zoryn actually LAUGHED OUT LOUD at that one. Good one, dude. Good luck trying to get that to happen. Nope. The Gryffindor started her way, at the most LEISURELY PACE possible. Zoryn Spinnet wasn't running on someone else's terms. She'd walk them. He was lucky that she was even doing that much. Honestly this guy just showed up here and thinks he can tell them to RUN LAPS EVERY MORNING? It took her five years to warm up to Hawthorne, he could do his time too. |
This was amusing to watch and hear, but even then Zachary thought the five laps was a bit much - especially for kids who had clearly never ran in their lives - which in Hogwarts case, seemed like more than half the population. It would have been easier to ease them into this - because the headmaster was right, running could be brilliant for you - especially at the start of your day, but clearly the man was inviting a revolt by being a drill sergeant about it all. Irregardless, he nodded at Natalie before moving, "start of easy, yeah? don't think you'd be able to make it to even one lap if you don't ease your body into this" he couldn't help but tell her as he started to jog forward. |
Kimi was already struggling as he was reaching the end of his first lap and he was cursing under his breath because all this exercise wasn't bad but he had to watch how much he did because he didn't want to be ill again |
Not too soon after he had arrived, Gaston had made his way onto the pitch. he was in all black as usual. They really needed to put some color into his wardrobe. Black was such a depressing color. "Morning, Gaston." Was all he could muster to say to the man. He was pretty angry still after last nights events, and now THIS. He had so many things he needed to get done. Running around the pitch was a waste of time. Soon enough he noticed the new Diviniation Professor. He was oddly happy...which wasn't surprising seeing as he was in Scrimgeour's pocket. He would not be getting a greeting from Tristan. A nod would suffice, besides, he was pretty sure the greeting was for the students. The man hadn't made any attempts to speak to any of the Professors last night. Tristan, overhearing the instructions Scrimgeour gave to Kaysha, was suddenly bubbling over with anger. It was good that he had the common sense not to say anything, no matter how badly he wanted to tell that git where he could stick his running. Clenching his jaw as well as his fists, he took a deep shaky breath, and turned away from the man. Tristan listened as he made further instructions to the students. Five. FIVE BLOODY LAPS around the pitch. This was insanity. He wondered what the consequences would be if he chose to stand in the middle of the pitch in protest...but decided he would rather not find out. Before he could get his mood right, he heard his name and turned to find Foster. He gave the man a very strained and stony smile. "Professor Davis." He said with a nod, before noticing that Kalen had been standing next to him. Instant relief rushed through him...but not enough to deplete him of the anger that had built up. Tristan pursed his lips trying to hide the grin caused from Kalen's very loud snort when the new headmaster told them they had to run as well. When Kalen suggest they walk, however, the grin escaped completely. "Shall we?" Tristan gestured with his arm to Kay and Kalen as if to say 'go ahead' and plastered a mischievous grin on his face. This was going to be an interesting morning for sure. Tristan suddenly heard a student voice refusing to run and then bringing up his name. He quickly looked around to see where the voice was coming from when he saw Skyler. He appreciated the gesture, but wouldn't let her get into trouble on his account. "Skyler, thank you. Why don't you walk with me and Professor Kennedy, huh?" He wasn't going to give that man a reason to discipline her. "Come on." He nodded his head to the left to get her going and get out of the other man's vision. |
The Headmaster must be a former Ravenclaw with some crazy still in him. He was lucky to have made it down when he did, dressed for a run in a T-shirt and Gym Shorts and sneakers, not meant for running 5 laps around a pitch but enough that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable in them that much. He had just heard the instruction to the rules being told to everyone who was down here and without even a second to collect himself Mark the Headmaster loudly say 'Begin' Eep! He started Running with the crowd Okay okay...Maybe the Pitch only looked huge from the Outside. Maybe it was actually much smaller than...OOFPHAHhgh He ran right into the back of someone in front of him (LUCAS DAKEST) He took a few steps back and rubbed his nose as his nose was the first thing to make contact with the back of their Head. Was it bad that he had stopped right at the start to rub his red nose now? Uhhh.. Mark rubbed his nose and ran in place "Sorry...I uh...This is so unexpected." Perhaps he should keep going? |
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Starting the jog was fine. Nothing hurt.. yet. She turned her head when she heard Zach's voice. She almost laughed, but instead she just smiled as she tried to keep her breathing even. "Are you doubting me already?" she asked, looking ahead. When in TRUTH, she was ALREADY TIRED. But Zach didn't need to know that. |
Was this man NUTS??? That was the only explanation Madison could find as to why he expected them to do FIVE laps around the pitch before they could even eat breakfast. Even professors were included in this. She was tempted to just stay where she was and not do anything, but Madison did not want to get detention when she had just started at Hogwarts. So instead she rolled her eyes at the Headmaster before starting on her laps. But she wasn't doing any more than a slow walk. Hah. |
We were here! Jackson was into sports and all, but he definitely wasn't expecting to hear that they would be running five laps every morning... and BEFORE breakfast which would probably pain him a little. He had not expected to be adding PE to his school schedule this year, so for today, he would be running in the clothes that he had worn on the train. His sneakers were definitely not meant for running around Quidditch Pitches, but at least he wasn't running in his uniform shoes! Or flip flops or something. He arrived with a hoard of other students to the Pitch, the echoes of yawning everywhere. "Good morning, Sir," he greeted the Headmaster. "Good morning, professors," he continued with as much of a smile as he could muster to the teachers that had shown up already. He had decided that until he got a better feel for the situation, he would be playing nice with as many people as possible. That included these guys. Doing some (hopefully) subtle stretches as he listened, Jackson found himself nodding slightly. This man sounded like his primary school teachers back at home. They had definitely had to do PE every day then, but at least it was a bit later and he had had a chance to put something in his stomach. He made a mental note to himself to send a letter home asking for some proper running clothes, and maybe some protein bars or something. The running wasn't going to be his favorite part of the day, but he really didn't have an argument against the Headmaster's logic. Exercise was definitely good for them... Especially with how they ate at feasts... Maybe he wouldn't be as terrible as Jackson had first thought? Maybe he didn't have a say in the matter of delivering that letter to Headmaster Hawthorne that way? Jackson wasn't going to let himself make too many hypotheses, for fear of overwhelming his brain a little too early into his Fifth Year. Perhaps he would have sung a different tune had he actually heard the Headmaster's reply to Jessa. Or that his House was already in the hole on points... With that, they were instructed to begin their new daily activity. Jackson tried to get some last minute leg stretches in, and began with a jog. No way was he going to run this whole thing full out. He wouldn't even run half of it probably. He wouldn't be walking either. It was true, the faster you were done here, the earlier you could eat. Jackson had half a mind to run as much as he could just so that he could finish early and while everyone else was showering, he could grab food from the hall and take it upstairs. GENIUS, right? Maybe. He'd have to see if he could actually do the five laps without dying first. Reminding himself to breathe, Jackson continued at his pace for the first half a lap and then did the second half full out. The sweat was already starting to form, he could feel it. The chill breeze was getting colder on his skin now. Ack, he got the chills. *shiver* |
Talking to Lucas! Stella was running around the pitch breathing hard, she looked over at Lucas breathing hard. " Great way... breathing hard "To start the year huh?" she asked him breathing hard. There was no way she could keep going like this, she feels like her lungs were on fire and she literally couldn't breathe. This man was a crazy evil pyshco path for making them do it. 'If it's so good for us, how about you crazy your beady stone face over and do a couple of laps yourself!' she thought to herself shooting glares at the 'Headmaster ' in the distance. This was madness utterly complete madness, besides it being absolutely completely stupid in her opinion. She had a feeling she was going to have to go to the hospital wing her inhaler wasn't going to do the trick this time. It was all Mr. Beady Eye Stone Face's fault, first day and she was already having a asthma attack! This wasn't good, she hated this and was really going to hate it if she was with this evil meanie for all her Hogwarts years! |
Text Cut: Stella and lmao Mark Great way to start the year? Lucas sighed. He wanted to think about much happier things. You know, like lie-ins and feasts that weren't interrupted by crazy Headmasters. It would make the jogging part much much easier than what it was but..... Stella was right. Very right. "It sucks." Deep breath. "And everyday?! It's...." Deep breath. Again. "It's crazy, is what it is." He looked over in the direction she was looking at and opened his mouth to say something about the Headmaster person when- OOMPH! It was right then that someone (Mark) ran straight into his back. Someone who, like him, probably wasn't paying much attention to where they were going or what was going on and probably should've. But he would've heard them, wouldn't he? It didn't matter because it wasn't going to change what happened afterwards: the force of the run caused Lucas to trip forwards once... twice... and then over his own feet. Down he went.... down, down, down..... ........ .............. "Ow." |
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Lucas and Mark! Stella didn't want this year to start out like this, it was suppose to be fun and happiness, not torture like she was in a military school! Ugh... if they had to do this every day for the rest of the year, she was going to lose it! "Beyond sucks, there's no other way to describe this!" she said breathing hard. Sweat was rolling down her face as she swallowed hard to catch her breath. " I know, crazy and completely stupid!" she said growling under her breath in anger. Seeing Lucas fall her eyes widened as she stopped running. That had to hurt, it looked really painful for both of them. " Are you ok Lucas?" she asked him helping him up. Looking at Mark she bit her lip. "Hey are you ok? that looked like quite the hit." she said. |
Looking around him as he walked his warm up, Dorian heard and saw glimpses of defiance all around him. The new Headmaster was really not in most people's good books and he had noticed that even some of the professors were not fond of the man either. Hey, he didn't get in to Ravenclaw because he was good at studying. He got in that House because he was observant and he was especially interested in seeing people's reactions. He was probably going to become one of the most hated people at the school for even thinking this. But he did not think these morning excercises were a bad thing. What he DID have a problem with was his choice of words. Like they were some sort of military camp instead of a school. Now THAT he did not like but what could he do about it? The worst thing that could happen was getting a detention. And honestly, he did NOT want to find out what that man thought what detention meant. Oh no wait, losing points would be the worst! Yes, definitely... Anyway, when he found that his muscles were all warmed up, he picked up the pace and joined the back of the group. He passed by students who were taking their time and halfway through the first lap he started to feel it. A stinging , painful feeling and the Ravenclaw stopped to grab his side. He still needed 4 and a half laps and he was already having pain in his side. Merlin's Beard he was going to miss breakfast! Taking a deep breath, something he realised that he should NOT have been doing a second too late, the Ravenclaw went back to jogging. He just had to run off the pain and eventually he'd get better at it and finally he had managed to run one lap. Just one lap and he was covered in sweat, his side hurt, his ears started to ring like hell because of the bloodflow and his breathing had become irregular because he was not used to this . He wanted nothing more than to cry. "How...how do i breathe?!" He gasped as he looked around for help. |
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Professor Wayland SPOILER!!: Professor Wayland Skyler nodded. "Okay," she said quickly. She then went with Professor Wayland careful not to look at the head master's face. What she did back there might have been a mistake but she did not regret it either. She hated that man, from the moment he stood up and made the announcement about him being the headmaster till now. She hated the way he acted, the way he talked, the way he carried himself, everything. |
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. Quote:
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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..." |
Lucas & co. 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 "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. |
*taking 'the note' from Nettie* :O 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. |
To be entirely honest, Jessa wasn’t surprised by the man’s response. It seemed perfectly in line with the character he’d thus far put forth for them to assess. Jessa stared impassively at him a moment, not flinching at the loss of points. Ravenclaw never won while Hirsch was here. She didn’t care if they ever won now that he was gone. Victory would never be attributed to Stewart. His options gave her a silent moment’s pause as she considered both options. Run this massive field and most certainly suffer an asthma attack, one that if bad enough could end up being a good thing. Or skip breakfast. Skip breakfast and space through her morning classes while her stomach rumbled and gnawed away at itself. Admittedly, a hard choice—but not for the reason most would think. Rather than protest as that one Slytherin (Skyler) was doing, Jessa simply turned to face the pitch. The arrival and greeting of the new Divination Professor went ignored as did the arrival of the other professors. In her mind, they were all complicit. One step into what she had no doubt would be a long walk and she caught Derf’s muttered words. It did get a smile out of her, if only just a small one. ”Just don’t go getting into trouble on my account.” Because then she’d feel absolutely horrible. Quote:
Just a small ways off, she noticed Zoryn going at a pace more conducive to her lungs and fell in step with her. “Reckon if we take this “steady enough” we stand a real chance of skipping our first class too with permission.” She said, once they’d moved out of ear shot. It worked for her. If she didn’t have breakfast, she didn’t wanna go to the class after breakfast either and was VERY capable of going at a snail’s pace—for her health of course. Only way around that was for Scrimgeour to go back on his word that they had to finish. |
five laps. five laps around the pitch. even when at her most athletic Julie doubted she would have managed five laps around the quidditch pitch with any sort of ease, let alone after a summer of mis-spent days on the couch feeling sorrow for herself and eating sugar quills. The Seventh Year stretched out her long legs, making sure to pull down the edges of her light grey jogging shorts (which matched her light grey jogging jacket) as she bent over lest they ride up too high, and then, rising up again Julie allowed her eyes to wander over the other students as they warmed up or got straight into the jog. Many already looked tired, but some, miraculously, looked bright and ready for the morning's exercise. Julie was in neither category. she was neither excited nor upset, but simply ready to get this over with and start the day on her own terms. Ignoring the third years, Zoryn, Derf, the professors, Scrimgeour and the unhelpful sight of Jesse Cambridge, Julie tossed back her hair and - with her lazy muscles straining - began to jog, lightly to start. an after warm-up warm-up. |
After the headmaster talking about how this running is good for you Bettie added in a low voice "It is also a great way to not have to deal with your older brothers who think this time in the morning is a great time to fight." That being said Bettie did some stretches, Jogged her 5 laps and begins she could go after she was done with the laps she just continued her jog right out of the pitch and down to the castle just to see how far she can get. |
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