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As with his usual early morning routine, Sylvester woke up earlier than most Gyrffindor students and did his morning run, push ups, sit-ups, bench presses, and so forth. A healthy body did lead to a healthy mind after all, something that many students in Hogwarts should pick up on. It was always outside of the building, usually by the loch and by the end of it lead all the way back to the edge to the entrance of the Forbidden Forest by an old cottage that was there for some reason. At that point, Sylvester would take a water break and stretch his tired muscles before he lightly jogged back towards the castle to then later jog up the many changing stairways of the school towards, often gaining looks from passing students who wondered how in the world this guy could keep this up on an almost daily basis. At last he would soon arrive back at the portrait of the Fat Lady. 

[color=ed145b]"Password."[/color] The portrait asked. 

[color=2e3192]"Tassel foot."[/color] The half-breed stated with a bored tone, most likely because he had to do this everyday. As the door opened for him Sylvester stepped into the common room which was still empty at this time, save for some early birds. He had grabbed some clothes; a red t-shirt with Gryffindor's crest, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black jacket with the logo of the Bulgarian quidditch team logo on it. Mr. Tibbles, his pet iguana, laid on its stomach and looked up at Sylvester lazily and then laid its head back down before deciding to take a nap as Sylvester made his way towards the prefect's bathroom. One of the benefits of being the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team is that he is allowed to use it whenever he wanted to. The blue haired boy took a relaxing bath in the large, luxurious tub and after nearly falling asleep in the pure silence and relaxing bliss he got dressed and head down to the dining hall. 

Well isn't she a sight for sore eyes. Genevieve, one of the beauties of Gryffindor and one of the many that he teased and flirted with when they were off the quidditch field. When it came to quidditch he was surprisingly strict and demands more than a hundred percent from them. Typically he would flirt with her, but the look on her face at the moment told him that his usual fun would meet an unsavory end. [color=0054a6]"Yo Genevieve. Who's getting married?"[/color] He asked as he sat down across from her.