<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/67/62/b6/6762b6de28ab1f9d1d01bb14ce3c6c09.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Joey Kingston (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14706442#msg14706442)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Gryffindor | Fifth<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 ½ inch | Red Oak | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> White Tank Top, Gym Shorts<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Late Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Hogwarts Gym | Just Leaving<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Working Out<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Lethal Bizzle - Going to the Gym (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5pTPHU2g4Ws)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open - Expecting Liza</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Joey loved his gym time. It was good to just blare music and push himself, and it was one of the few things he'd managed to find dedication for. He never bothered to try denying that he just worked out for his appearance, but he didn't care what anyone said. It helped him be healthier, fitter and more attractive. He couldn't find the downside, personally. Usually he aimed to train late morning, exerting himself on the fuel of breakfast before repairing with a heavy lunch. It'd become habitual and there were a few others he regularly saw in the gym, who he got on well with.<br/><br/>This Saturday he'd been pushing his back, spending much of the session swinging from the pull up bars. As a result he was sweating heavily, heart pounding beneath a white tank top as he finished up with a light jog and a series of stretches. Joey's music still blasted in his ears even throughout the calm stretches, his playlists not having much space for chilled out music. Sadly he'd have to take a shower back in his room, which meant he headed to the gym door still glistening from the exertion.<br/><br/>Making his way out to the corridor he cast his eyes around as he still fought to catch his breath. He badly needed a nice cold shower, but at least the hallway was quiet. Before setting off he paused a moment, closing both eyes and casually stretching out his tricep. Elbow up his bicep contracted, his left hand found his right and pulled a little to help get that relaxing, satisfying feeling of the stretch. His closed eyes and loud music drowned out any surroundings, standing just a little outside the gym door as he unintentionally flexed more than a little.