Early morning, there was a cool breeze in the air. There was a low lying mist. It was cold. It was close to freezing. There was a clearing sky, with a rising sun in the east. The sharp blue eyes of the Durmstrang fifth year, were watching the slow waking earth. Magical to say the very least. There was a quiet air and there were very few things awake. But this did not mean he was as asleep as they were. Quite the contrary. Being back from home, meant more training. Harder training to get back into shape. Despite already being in shape. To most, it was almost like doing too much. But with little people around him at school, it was a good way to pass the time. And it did help for quidditch. He was just standing for the time being. Watching as the sun rose hitting his face slowly. Filling it with the smallest of warmth. It was a weak sun after all, there was no making any warmer. The German knew the cold. He was very used to it. Playing quidditch in the dead of winter meant that any other form of coldness could be handled. But, Grae Kanu, was not out in this morning to just stand around. he was taking this early morning to go for a run. While in actual fact Grae had not yet been to bed, it seemed logical to wake up by going for a run. It was a past time he actually enjoyed. That and Quidditch. While he studied a lot, it wasn't a past time that he actually liked, it was just one he did to be sure for good grades when he did his OWLs which were at the end of the year. It didn't matter if he had months to study for them, Grae wasn't the kind that could leave it to last minute. When it came to his grade it was then or never. So, he'd been studying most of the night. While it had been pretty long and boring, and had left his head absolutely buzzing with information, it made him smile at the thought of doing in the exams he would sitting, and knowing that he would do well. There was no denying with the amount of work he was already putting in that good grades were close to inevitable. And that was a good thing. As much as he cared little for desk jobs, he had to keep his options open. He had to be sure that he could do anything once he left school, and not be limited to whatever his grades actually got him into. It wasn't like he was a stupid Durmstrang keeper. With the amount that Grae put into his work, it was clear he was more than the loner jock. Although he was sure that even with friends he'd be able to do, stay up all night and go for runs. He actually wasn't too sure, he had so few friends there was no real telling if he'd be able to.
Starting back up into his jog, the cold morning breeze seemed to pick, but, Grae was well aware that it was just him running creating the extra wind that he was feeling. It was easy to run at a steady pace. Not too fast, and not too slow. Just running. The durmstrang, kept his bright blue eyes fixed on the floor as he ran. Unable to really figure if looking at the floor while running was a good thing or a bad thing. He did glance up every so often, but his eyes stayed down. Fixed upon the dark green grass of the grounds. It was the best thing to do first thing in the morning. Grae Emile Kanu, knew nothing better. He had taken to going running in the morning at least twice a week. But, his life during the christmas holidays had not reflected the one he actually lead at school. he was a lot more talkative. Which wasn't hard considering, Grae just didn't speak at all. he made little conversation with anyone. He didn't think it was worth his while. He wasn't mean, and generally wasn't hated, but didn't make enough of an effort most times for others to want to return the favour, which was another thing that Grae was perfectly happy with. He saw little point in it. Friends weren't something needed, more just wanted. And while being alone almost all the time lead to Grae having no one to talk to, it was no more than what he was used to back home. It wasn't their fault and the durmstrang boy was by no means at them. He just wished for at least one person to talk to. But, even Grae knew that would not happen for a long while. He hadn't met anyone he had wanted to open up to. Not one person in his five years at the school, had made Grae consider talking. He hugely doubted this would change much. He continued jogging and noticed someone else, who also appeared to be jogging. It looked like a girl, he just ignored it, and return his eyes down. The next time he looked up, he noticed that he now was running only a little behind her. Grae knew that this would be the perfect time to make conversation but, he didn't. He just kept his head down and kept up the pace. However a sharp pain in his leg, made him wince and cry out slightly in pain, before stopping and without looking up sit down on the cold grass and rub warmth into his leg that had just caused him pain. He was pretty sure the girl wouldn't have stopped for someone like him. No one ever did. He probably wouldn't have. Which was what he told himself, but it was a lie, Grae would've stopped. He gave a small sigh, and was unaware of the girl now near her. For if he had known he would not have been muttering swears in German underneath his breath
<i></i>Starting back up into his jog, the cold morning breeze seemed to pick, but, Grae was well aware that it was just him running creating the extra wind that he was feeling. It was easy to run at a steady pace. Not too fast, and not too slow. Just running. The durmstrang, kept his bright blue eyes fixed on the floor as he ran. Unable to really figure if looking at the floor while running was a good thing or a bad thing. He did glance up every so often, but his eyes stayed down. Fixed upon the dark green grass of the grounds. It was the best thing to do first thing in the morning. Grae Emile Kanu, knew nothing better. He had taken to going running in the morning at least twice a week. But, his life during the christmas holidays had not reflected the one he actually lead at school. he was a lot more talkative. Which wasn't hard considering, Grae just didn't speak at all. he made little conversation with anyone. He didn't think it was worth his while. He wasn't mean, and generally wasn't hated, but didn't make enough of an effort most times for others to want to return the favour, which was another thing that Grae was perfectly happy with. He saw little point in it. Friends weren't something needed, more just wanted. And while being alone almost all the time lead to Grae having no one to talk to, it was no more than what he was used to back home. It wasn't their fault and the durmstrang boy was by no means at them. He just wished for at least one person to talk to. But, even Grae knew that would not happen for a long while. He hadn't met anyone he had wanted to open up to. Not one person in his five years at the school, had made Grae consider talking. He hugely doubted this would change much. He continued jogging and noticed someone else, who also appeared to be jogging. It looked like a girl, he just ignored it, and return his eyes down. The next time he looked up, he noticed that he now was running only a little behind her. Grae knew that this would be the perfect time to make conversation but, he didn't. He just kept his head down and kept up the pace. However a sharp pain in his leg, made him wince and cry out slightly in pain, before stopping and without looking up sit down on the cold grass and rub warmth into his leg that had just caused him pain. He was pretty sure the girl wouldn't have stopped for someone like him. No one ever did. He probably wouldn't have. Which was what he told himself, but it was a lie, Grae would've stopped. He gave a small sigh, and was unaware of the girl now near her. For if he had known he would not have been muttering swears in German underneath his breath