RP: Work out Date: Feb. 9, 2000 Characters/Pairing: Draco and Millicent Rating: unknown Warnings: none as of yet. Summary: Millicent and Draco have a work out.
It was very early in the morning. Early enough that the sun was just a wan forethought on the horizon in the cold winter morning, and the birds were still quiet, fluffed up bundles of feathers in the trees. Millicent ran without bothering to conjure a light—the trail was pale and well kept, and anything that could harm her would be more drawn to a light than repelled by it.
Her breath made silvery clouds as she inhaled and exhaled rhythmically. The sound of her footsteps were steady and just this side of quick because Millie liked to push herself. Her body sang under the stress she put it under, and she would admit she enjoyed the feeling.
Despite the weather, she wasn’t bundled in many layers. She wore a warm set of what were basically a fancy pair of sweat pants, the top being zipped-up, with a tank top underneath over a sports bra. A green and silver scarf wound loosely around her neck. As long as she kept moving, she knew she wouldn’t get cold. In fact, she was already more than a little warm and considering removing the jacket.
But not far ahead was the dueling ring where she would meet Draco. She had been looking forward to this since the night they’d arranged it, though for several different reasons. She wanted a good dueling partner; she knew Draco would be one. But Draco had also kissed her, and she wanted to see if he might want to again—when they were done, she reminded herself.
The dueling arena in its whole size was large enough for a free-for-all or for training multiple pairs. Rectangular, its four corners were announced by four tall pillars, but at even points the entire length across were other stones, where the safety spells could be activated in smaller squares for regulations-compliant dueling and sparring. Benches were placed here and there around the ring for viewers, though it had been a long time since Dragons Ridge Park’s dueling arena had been regularly used.
Millie had set her bag on one of the benches, warded, and she checked the wards. They were undisturbed, which was as she had expected. After finally conjuring a small ball of pale light, she propped one foot on the bench and stretched. It was almost six-thirty—he would be here shortly, if he was still coming. She couldn’t help but doubt that he regretted the other day and didn’t want to do this silly training thing she’d proposed.