Davey had just come out of the Hufflepuff common room carrying a really heavy backpack. “Hey Friar, sir,” he nodded as he passed by the Hufflepuff ghost. Wizardy and magic was fantastic and all, but Davey had grown up with what the wizards called ‘muggle’ parents and he still had those ‘muggle beliefs’. That meant that if he wanted to keep himself in shape, it would have to be through running and weight lifting. He was decent on a broomstick after practising for so long, but clearly not good enough to be on the Quidditch team. That was okay though, he was still an avid supporter who came to every one of their games dressed in yellow. But Davey did all his little jogging sessions in private because he knew that there were students who—he didn’t want to name names (Slytherin)—disliked the fact that he was muggle born. The fact that he went out to do these sort of activities would have never rested easy with them. So with his weights in his bag, he tried to move past people without bumping them, afraid that he’d hurt them with his bag if he did.