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    Switching up from the Ravenw dormitories to the Headboy Suite was definitely a step up.


    Every morning Quinn would open his eyes on a King-sized bed that he got to use all by himself, which was great even though he still used the same amount of space as he did on his dorm''s small-double bed. He was on the fourth floor, meaning that he needed to climb one less flight of stairs to get to his room; however, that also meant that now his office and room were no longer on the same floor and that the Room of Requirement was a floor higher than before. He didn''t need to vacate the bathroom in a set amount of time for his roommates'' use, though after bathing in a shared bathroom for years had made Quinn ufortable to take any more time than he was used to. In his new living quarters, he had all the space he needed. . . which didn''t matter as Quinn had his briefcase. The Headboy Suite provided a personal space for Quinn''s use alone where he could rx without worrying about Luna and Astoriaing into the AID Office, Eddie and Marcusing into the dorm room, a DA member trying to illegally ess the Room of Requirement, or the ever-present concern of someone messing up with his briefcase while he was inside. . . but that also meant that Quinn couldn''t walk down to the Great Hall for breakfast with his friends (the Slytherin Headgirl wasn''t much of a talker.)


    . . . Switching up from the Ravenw dormitories to the Headboy Suite was somewhat of a step up — maybe.


    Like every day, Quinn walked out of the Headboy Suite and gave a good morning to the First Headboy of Hogwarts'' portrait. He jogged across the halls in his workout clothes as he enjoyed the morning air. On the Grand Staircase, he yed the game of predicting the directions and destinations of every moving staircase that he could get his eyes on. The Entrance Hall outside the Great Hall was empty like every early morning, with only a couple of ghosts that would exchange morning greetings with Quinn every day.


    Like clockwork, Quinn''s stride lengthened, and his legs started to gain speed as he exited the castle into the grounds outside. The sprint would continue until he reached a specific greensward on the castle grounds. Quinn looked around and saw that his partner hadn''t arrived yet, so he started to warm up on his own while thinking about whether he could cause an isted artificial earthquake using vibrations and how that would hold uppared to Earth magic.


    "Mornin''."


    Quinn was doing slow push-ups on his knuckles when he heard Eddie''s voice from the back. He turned his head and caught half of Eddie on his peripherals.


    "Good morning," said Quinn. He got up and dusted his hands off the grass as he turned; however, his hands stopped mid-dusting when hepletely faced Eddie.


    "Tracey?" he said, bewildered.


    Standing in front of him was Tracey Davis. . . dressed in non-magical workout clothes. Quinn squinted his eyes at the clothes; he recognized them.


    "These clothes. . ." They were one of the many sets that he gifted Eddie.


    "Eddie asked me to wear them. . . he said that you said they''re made for exercising," Tracey asked as she turned around. "Do I look strange in them? I feel a little strange wearing them."


    Quinn turned his eyes to Eddie, looking at Tracey from the side. He turned his eyes to Quinn and said, "A little resizing charm and they look they were custom made to fit her." And the way Eddie was looking at Tracey showed that he was pleased about his work.


    "So. . . Tracey, what made you wake up so early in the morning just toe down here?" asked Quinn.


    "Eddie was telling me about his day, and he said that both of you train here every day," said the girlfriend as she hugged her boyfriend''s arm. "I wanted to see what both of you exactly do every morning."


    "Ah. . . I see," said Quinn, eyeing his best mate. "Well, we basically just train. Eddie works on his physicals so he can fly on the broom better."


    "Flying a broom takes physical training? Isn''t it just sitting and controlling the broom?" asked Tracey tilting her head.


    "Oh no-no, there''s much more to the art ofpetitive flying than just sitting on a broom," said Quinn, feeling his trainer sidee up. "Quidditch yers are some of the fittest athletes in the world and adhere to unique physical and mental preparation strategies. There is a lot of misconception regarding a Quidditch yer''s physical exertion, so I don''t me you for knowing; after all, they are just sitting on a broom and letting magic do the rest, but believe me, there''s a lot more.


    To provide some context, a Quidditch yer''s equipment weighs a lot — they''re padded all over their bodies to protect themselves against the hits from a Bludger, and because of rules, the weight can''t be reduced through magic. Unlike when someone casually flies a broom, Quidditch yers regrly rise up to speeds during games that get difficult to follow with the naked eye and require Omniocrs to enjoy the game. All the twists, turns, air maneuvers, and sudden breaking puts an immense force on the riders. Tobat this, yers require the highest degree of robustness, stability, and lower body strength. At the professional level, the games can get intense enough that it''s not strange for yers to lose a couple pounds through the game, which can be dangerous for health if not trained for."


    Quidditch, evenpared to the non-magical sports, was up there on the physical training requirements scale. It involved intense Endurance training to enable through games run on a system with no time limit on the y. The sport demanded Strength training — lower body training, upper body training, posture and stability training, and the strengthening of the neck to take the brunt of the force felt during flying, and because. . . .


    "And you''re no stranger to the physicality of the sport. Bludgers are always crashing into the yers. yers are crashing into yers, there are intentional head-on collisions. . . crashes into the pitch below or the stands around the stadium aremon sights," Quinn touched the back of his neck as he turned his neck. "Which is why every Quidditch yer needs to be on the top of their physical training game to y effectively.


    You remember Victor Krum, right?"


    Tracey''s brow furrowed for a split second before her eyes showed the light of recognition, "The Durmstrang Champion, Victor Krum?"


    "Yes, him. He''s a Quidditch yer, and more importantly, he ys as a Seeker." Quinn could see the confusion in Tracey''s eyes. "Seekers need to be agile and light to fly faster than other position yers as the Snitch moves at high speeds with sharp angles. Now, the archetypical Seeker physique would be Harry Potter''s physique — lean and lightweight. But Victor Krum? That guy had big muscles. At the pro-levels, even the so-called lightweight Seeker needs to train their body to even stand a chance to y."


    There had been cases of Quidditch yers fracturing their necks and spines from high-speed collisions. So every yer on every team made sure to train themselves to not get injured. Even if injuries could be healed without lingering damage, no club wanted a yer who would get injured mid-game and be out for the rest of the game, and maybe even the next game. It was apetitive sport, and yers worked for their livelihood.


    Tracey turned to Eddie with a watery gaze and clung to him.


    "It''s not as bad as he makes it sounds," said Eddie, in a cating manner. "I have been training regrly a few years now. I don''t even feel the hits from other guys these days; they''re like light bumps to me, and even that''s on a bad day."


    Eddie gave Quinn a ring side-eye. Quinn shrugged with his brows. She was the one who asked. . . well, not really, but what he was to do, it came out.


    It took a while to calm down Tracey''s worries before they could start their workout. And while Quinn went on his workout as usual, Eddie yed around with Tracey, acting like a trainer to the new girl at the gym.


    "Why did you bring her here?" Quinn asked Eddie as they watched Tracey lying on the ground, covering her eyes, starfish mode, with her chest heaving up and down.


    "Didn''t she say? She wanted to see what we did in the mornings," said Eddie, sipping from his water bottle.


    "If she asks, you refuse," said Quinn, snatching the bottle. "That''s obvious."


    Eddie ced his hands on his sides, "And why would I do that? I got to see my girlfriend first things in the morning, in workout clothes — which I must say, she looks stunning in, and she''s so cute when trying to do exercises she isn''t used to."


    There was another expression on Eddie''s face that made Quinn''s face scrunch up ever so slightly. He knew his friend enjoyed getting all handsy with Tracey while trying to ''teach'' her.


    "What if she decides toe every day?" asked Quinn. "I don''t know if you noticed or not, but you essentially rxed all the time today. If Traceyes every day, you won''t be doing anything in the morning. And I don''t think you have time this year to regrly cover-upter in the day — you have to prepare for NEWTS, you''re the Captain, so you have to prepare the lead the practices, formte the ybook, then there are tryoutsing and that responsibility also falls upon you.


    This year is crucial for you, Eddie. Scouts will being to every game you y in, and if your performance suffers this year, your stock price will fall. If you end up signing with a lower club, you''ll be stuck with them for the duration of your contract — and that''s going to dy your career position.


    You know how the leagues work."


    Just like English Football (ser), the Quidditch professional scene was also divided into different leagues. Major Quidditch ying country had a league that had divisions and worked on the parity and relegation system, which meant that the winner of a lower division would be promoted to a higher division while the loser of a higher division would be demoted down to a lower division. Only the clubs in the highest division were allowed to y for the Championship Cup.


    Then there were inter-league tournaments that featured national champions (and runner-ups for some countries) to y in an International League Tournament.


    Eddie''s current stock as a prospect was sky-high because of Quinn''s Quidditch Tournament and his performance in thest year''s Hogwarts Cup. If Eddie wanted to sign with a professional club, he would''ve started ying while in school like Victor Krum, but it was the Carmichael family''s decision that Eddie wouldn''t start ying before graduation, and even the negotiations for signing would only start after his graduations.


    If Eddie was selected by a club in the highest division of the English League, then even if he didn''t y right away, he would get training and resources to improve himself and begin his professional journey at a higher starting point. If he started in a struggling club, Eddie would need to y out his contract with the struggling club as Ennd was one of the countries where yer transfer/trade wasn''t popr.


    "This year for you is probably more important for you than any other student in Hogwarts," finished Quinn with serious insistence in his words. One of the most important things on his docket for this year was to make sure that Eddie didn''t ck in his training — the Ravenw Chaser and now Captain, was already outying his Hogwarts peersst year and seemed to be in a different league.


    It was Human tendency to ck whencent, and Quinn feared that Eddie would decrease his training with his currentpetition. And Quinn was going to make sure that those fears didn''t be a reality.


    As unfortunate as it seemed, Tracey''s presence in the morning training sessions was highly detrimental to Eddie.


    "You worry too much," said Eddie sighing. "She''s not going toe here every day."


    "Are you sure?" asked Quinn, feeling hopeful. He preferred noting between the couple. "Davis family technically are a farming family. They are one of thergest agriculturalndowners in the country for their Herbology business. From what Daphne has told me, Tracey''s used to waking up early in the morning, a typical farm girl — she might not mind getting up early in the morning anding to the grounds with us."


    "I am sure she won''te. I mean, look at her," Eddie pointed at Tracey, who was still panting on the grass. "She''s got really poor stamina; no way she would be willing to go through this every day without some serious motivation."


    It wasn''t that Tracey had zero stamina. No student in Hogwarts had zero stamina; they, on a regr, walked through long hallways and climbed long and confusing staircases. It was just that Quinn had skewed Eddie''s perception of what was considered a light workout, and poor Tracey was the victim.


    Quinn gazed at Tracey, who didn''t look like she would get up anytime soon.


    ". . ."


    ". . ."


    "Maybe, you''re right. . ."


    "I''m right."


    Eddie wrapped an arm over Quinn''s shoulder. "Thank you, Quinn, for worrying so much. It means a lot that you care so much. . . I probably wouldn''t be here in my current position if you didn''t pull me out of my bed in the morning all those years ago." He chuckled, "I probably would''ve already left Quidditch and would have been looking for another way to get a girlfriend."


    Quinn chuckled. He sometimes forgot about Eddie''s primary motivation.


    "Everything turned out well, didn''t it? You did get a girlfriend."


    "Uh-huh, a beautiful one at that."


    "Not more beautiful than mine."


    "No way, mine''s much more pretty."


    "Keep dreaming, buddy. You''re convincing no one."


    Quinn then softly touched Eddie''s chest with his fist and said, "And you know the most important reason I''m doing this, right?"


    "Most important reason? What''s that?" asked Eddie, confused.


    Quinn raised both his hand in front of his left peck and made a heart shape with them. "Exercise Bros For Life. I won''t let a hussy break our beautiful bond."


    This time it was Eddie''s turn to scrunch up his face.


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    Quinn West - MC - Exercise Bros For Life <3.


    Eddie Carmichael - Top Prospect - Living the dream high school jock life.


    Tracey Davis - Heir to arge Herbology agro-business - "Eddie, carry me to themon room. . . I can''t mov. . .e. . ."


    FictionOnlyReader - Author - This chapter was purely Quinn''s perspective. I didn''t write a single Eddie and Tracey thought. Third-person semi-limited.


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