Post by James Philius Haden on Apr 18, 2012 18:58:28 GMT -6
Daytime at the open fields of the lawns. The cool springs air was refreshing to James nose as he stood on a rather large and steep hill over looking the Qudditch field. He had just finished his Qudditch practice with the team, a whole 6 hours of running drills, having flying training where the fly through the forest at high speeds. The team did hate his training methods, but in the end it always pays off with their speed and agility at their peak.
James felt so energized he decided to send his broom back with a 6th year and go for a nice long run along the edges of the Forbidden Forest. Often times he runs there as to gain some privacy from prying eyes of friend and rival alike. Alas he was not alone that day, not at all. He started his run by taking his shirt off, the light catching his chiseled muscled in a way that it highlighted every line. He stood there stretching a bit, putting his arm behind his head and pushing it down farther, he jumps around shaking out the stress of the day. He went out for the run, running as fast as physically possible, gliding over obstacles with ease. A log approached him quickly, he jumped into the air, putting he left foot on it and flipped backwards in the air placing his hand on the soft dirt and looking straight ahead, almost as if he was posing. Of course the logs and rocks and such were not there by accident, rather a very well placed training session for James to jumped flip and practically fly over obstacles, what the muggles call parqour, the french martial art of getting up and over stuff. He loved it, keeps him loose, good way to burn calories and it helped him to escape his thoughts, if only for a moment.
He had just ran his 3rd mile in a row when he approached another rather steep hill. He picked up his speed and ran up it as fast as he could. He stopped on top and took a deep breath of the air. It was dark, around 8:30 or so on the grounds of Hogwarts.
"God I can't believe it's my last year here." He said as he sat down looking an old tattered picture of his father, "Top of my class in everything. Just like you wanted." James said with a smile, a single tear rolled down his cheek and splashed on the picture. It was 5 years since his father was murdered and not a days has gone by that James didn't miss him. James almost felt empty with out him, but his lessons, his presence stayed with him, always.
James felt so energized he decided to send his broom back with a 6th year and go for a nice long run along the edges of the Forbidden Forest. Often times he runs there as to gain some privacy from prying eyes of friend and rival alike. Alas he was not alone that day, not at all. He started his run by taking his shirt off, the light catching his chiseled muscled in a way that it highlighted every line. He stood there stretching a bit, putting his arm behind his head and pushing it down farther, he jumps around shaking out the stress of the day. He went out for the run, running as fast as physically possible, gliding over obstacles with ease. A log approached him quickly, he jumped into the air, putting he left foot on it and flipped backwards in the air placing his hand on the soft dirt and looking straight ahead, almost as if he was posing. Of course the logs and rocks and such were not there by accident, rather a very well placed training session for James to jumped flip and practically fly over obstacles, what the muggles call parqour, the french martial art of getting up and over stuff. He loved it, keeps him loose, good way to burn calories and it helped him to escape his thoughts, if only for a moment.
He had just ran his 3rd mile in a row when he approached another rather steep hill. He picked up his speed and ran up it as fast as he could. He stopped on top and took a deep breath of the air. It was dark, around 8:30 or so on the grounds of Hogwarts.
"God I can't believe it's my last year here." He said as he sat down looking an old tattered picture of his father, "Top of my class in everything. Just like you wanted." James said with a smile, a single tear rolled down his cheek and splashed on the picture. It was 5 years since his father was murdered and not a days has gone by that James didn't miss him. James almost felt empty with out him, but his lessons, his presence stayed with him, always.