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Mon, 15 Aug 2011 23:05:11 -0400

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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.

Theo was absolutely beat after a long and tiresome quidditch practice. This one was the worst of the season, and at this point he had no idea how they were to possibly win any game. His legs felt like noodles, and all he wanted to do was sit down. On his way out of the practice locker rooms, Theo ran into a fellow housemate of his, Davey. He hardly had spoken to him before, only a few times here and there for academic reasons. He seemed to be lugging around a heavy bag with him, which made Theo very curious as to what this boy was up to. ”Penny for your thoughts?” He cocked his head to the side. Theo grabbed at one of his towels, blotting it to his head to get rid of some of the beads of sweat on his head. ”Working out or something?”

Just when Davey thought he managed to get out without anyone noticing, he happened to run into another boy from his house. “It’s Theo, isn’t it?” he asked, nervously tugging on his backpack straps. “I’m just…” He couldn’t lie. Lying wasn’t something Davey Gudgeon did and if he did, it had to have been an emergency. “Yeah, I am. I mean the broomstick stuff is great and all—you guys are fantastic at Quidditch—but since I’m not good enough to join the team, I’ve got to find other ways to stay fit.” He patted his stomach a few times for good measure. “They feed us so well here that I don’t want to panic my parents and come home twice the size that I left. I used to play a lot of muggle sports so I’m known for keeping fit.” Dear lord, Davey. Why did he have to go on and on about random things that were obviously of no interest?

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Sun, 14 Aug 2011 15:29:04 -0400

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Fri, 12 Aug 2011 22:29:30 -0400

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.

Davey in the land of the magical and unexplainable

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