Drew?

[allaboot_terry]

Terry hated being home. He had hated it at his old house, and he hated it still in his new one with all the extra people always around. He wasn't used to having a pesky little stepsister, a somehow always topless stepbrother, or a nagging stepmother who was always asking him about laundry or some other pointless drivel in attempts to make

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[drewkirke]

Drew spent more time out of the house than usual. Amanda was restless to start school in the fall so thankfully she was more occupied with her new books. There was very little time to prank him. But now there was another problem.

He was getting used to having Terry around. But he just couldn't get used to his new stepfather, always looking so stern and serious. It almost made him feel bad for Terry, growing up with a dad like that. Though, Drew knew he wasn't one to talk.

That morning he woke up realizing he had a completely open day. No plans meant he'd be stuck home all day. Thinking quickly he jumped out of bed and pulled on his running shoes. At least he could tire himself out with a long run.

Drew had been out for over an hour when he made it back to the house, mostly drenched in sweat at this point. It was hotter than he anticipated. Just as his mind was clearing, he spotted Terry in the yard. There was no way to avoid him.

"Hey, morning," he called, pulling his loose tank back on. It was easier to run with it off so he usually left it on the gate.

[allaboot_terry]

Well, at least he was putting his shirt back on, Terry thought, absentmindedly, no longer amused by how accurate he often could be.

Terry nodded at the Gryffindor, "Morning," and then took another bite of apple.

"Do you actually enjoy running?" he asked, suddenly, trying to see if there was more to this kid than he had thought.

[drewkirke]

"Yeah, of course I like it," he said, still catching his breath somewhat. He thought it was a weird comment. Why would he do it if he didn't like it?

"It helps me clear my head. I sleep better at night too."

[allaboot_terry]

Terry hated running. He did jump rope and other cardio when he exercised.

He shook his head, "Mate, I don't know how you could like it, it's so exhausting."

[drewkirke]

"I used to hate it," he admitted, lightening up. For once Terry sounded pleasant.

"My dad used to want me to be a rugby player so he'd have me running laps. It was terrible...and then one day it wasn't so bad anymore."

[allaboot_terry]

Terry continued to chew on his apple as he listened to Drew. It was amazing how trusting the boy seemed- he opened up so easily.

"All of a sudden, huh?" he questioned, actually wondering if that was true, if he could condition himself to like running. "Wait... what's rugby?"

[drewkirke]

Drew laughed. He forgot that most wizards had no idea when it came to muggle things.

"It's a muggle sport...played with a ball. But it's pretty violent," he explained. He had never liked it. Especially not the way he liked Quiddich.

"And yeah, I mean it's pretty tough at first, running I mean. Then your body adapts. I run a lot...I even see your girlfriend sometimes in the morning at school."

Drew had been trying to place her face a few weeks now and then one day it had hit him. She was one of the other morning runnings he saw around campus.

[allaboot_terry]

No wonder Daphne was rail thin... he'd never seen her running before.

"Your dad wanted you to play something violent?" Terry mused aloud, wondering to himself what parent wanted danger for their young one.

[drewkirke]

"I guess he wanted to toughen me up," he said, laughing at the thought. Drew was definitely in shape but he was a tough guy by any definition. He was clumsy and prefered comic books to real action.

[allaboot_terry]

To Terry, Drew was still a typical jock. He couldn't really see past that just yet.

"Is that why your sister is so tough?" he laughed, hoping Drew wouldn't take his comment wrong. Amanda was tough.

[drewkirke]

"Mate...my sister is a monster," he said, starting off serious but he couldn't keep the smile off his face. It was kind of nice not being her only victim anymore.

[allaboot_terry]

"RIGHT?" he asked, completely glad Drew had said it first. It was hard not to whine about the little devil.

"I mean, she's cute and all, but... who the bloody hell supplies her all that itching powder?"

[drewkirke]

"Somebody evilllll," Drew said, laughing. He had been asking himself the same thing for years.

"Mum thinks she'll be a Ravenclaw. So you better watch out. Or at least point her in the direction of the Slytherins."

Then he realized what he had said. Just when they were getting along.

"I didn't mean it like that, mate."

[allaboot_terry]

Terry laughed and shook his head, "It's cool, not all them are the best, I get that."

Did he tell Drew how Daphne had surprised him? How he hadn't realized how amazing she was, because of how nasty her friends were?

Not yet.

"I could definitely see her as a Ravenclaw though, she's quite clever."

[drewkirke]

"Daphne or Amanda?" he asked, unsure where the conversaion lead.

"Because clever is not the first word I would use for your girl....more like...well, smoking hot.Girl like that doesn't need brains."

[allaboot_terry]

"I meant Amanda," he quirked an eyebrow at Drew, not sure exactly how to reply.

Hadn't Drew just said something about Amanda becoming a Ravenclaw?

"I didn't take her as your type. I thought your type was more blonde... and bubbly. Like Mandy."

Daphne was smart... just not the book smart he was used to.