Daniel Nash II
March 04, 2011 11:17 AM
So what do people do for fun around here? (Room Two) by Daniel Nash II
Professor Fawcett had made one thing very clear in the careers and professions meeting they'd had a few days ago. Daniel wasn't sure if he'd even meant to make the point, but Daniel had heard it loud and clear. He needed to take a break sometimes. Breath. Relax. Do something fun, just for him. Not often. Just enough that he wasn't going to put his brain on the brink of overheating and imminent mental collapse.The only problem was . . . Daniel had no idea how to have fun at Sonora.
He decided the new room was a good place to start, though, so now Daniel stood in the central area of the MARS, and considered each of the doors leading off of it. He could immediately discard three of them. He wasn't going dancing, he wasn't visually artistic, and he didn't play an instrument. That left the first two rooms. Water or Sports.
Six years ago, he would have dismissed sports just as quickly, but now he was the Quidditch Captain and the word didn't feel like such a horrible concept anymore. He was never going to like baseball or football, he expected, but he'd led the soccer team a few years back so that had some good memories to it, and he'd always enjoyed riding his bike.
Actually, he really wanted to ride a bike right now.
He thought the sports room would be more likely to have one for him to use, so he pushed in through the door of room two and found . . . a full rack of bikes.
"Perfect," Daniel said, and went about finding one that was a good size for him and in good working order. As the MARS was new, most of them seemed to be of good quality so the second criteria wasn't much of an issue. He picked based on color instead and found a nice blue one that didn't look too small.
He released it from the rack, and looked around to find where he might be able to ride it. There was a running track not far away, so he decided he'd start there. It looked like there were bike paths heading off elsewhere, but he didn't really want to take off on those by himself. Maybe if someone else showed up and also wanted to cycle, they could try the paths together, but for now the track would work fine.
It had been six years since he last rode a bike, and he was half afraid the broom flying muscle memories had overwritten the bike riding ones. Being close to the door and minimizing the route to the hospital wing was only good sense.
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