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Justin Finch-Fletchley ([info]condign) wrote in [info]riddikulus,
It was Justin! He'd been feeling the need to get out of the castle walls to think properly. His brain had been jumbled for the most part what with apprenticeships, the oncoming holiday cheer, and general stresses of exams that were quickly arriving. As he did every time this feeling came over him Justin cleared his head with a jog. After Ancient Runes he'd decided to squeeze some time in before dinner.

Dressed in a black pair of windpants, two sweat shirts, a pair of trainers, and a handful of warming charms the boy had managed relatively well through the snow. Sure he'd had to melt the stuff a bit on his way out for the sake of being able to form a path but the jog back wasn't half as bad if he followed the same rout. The harsh chill of the air helped numb his face and in turn helped the boy regain a sense of life that had otherwise been sitting idly aside.

As he approached the castle he'd slowed into a routine jog and eventually settled for a walk. He placed his hands on his hips and concentrated on relaxing his breathing. The cold winter air was harsh on his throat and lungs, but for whatever reason Justin enjoyed the sting. Exhaling heavily through his mouth he watched his breath creep into the atmosphere. It took him a moment to realize that the form standing at the front steps of the school was indeed someone he knew.

Offering Susan an enthusiastic smile and smile he slow jogged to join her, "Hey. Cold today, yeah?" He clapped his hands together and gave them a rub for a bit of theatrics before placing them on his hips again. His breath still catching up with the rest of his body he asked, "What brings you out here?"


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