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Lifestyle Seminar, here today: Sport
The professor emerges from his classroom briefly. He has a pained look on his face. He posts a note on his door -- Lifestyle Seminar -- and retires inside once more. He goes to the kitchen table, bends down and lifts the roof of the (now quite ornate) pavillion. A small handful of white cotton garments shoots out of the pavillion, at considerable speed, and hits him in the face. One of the frogs inside croaks at him, at some length.
Look, you're cricketers. You're *supposed* to wear whites.
He is greeted by a chorus of furious croaking.
Because it's traditional. Cricketers wear whites. Who do you think I am, Kerry Packer? There is more croaking. Right, we'll let it ride for now, but you'll see.
He sets the roof back on top of the pavillion, and settles down to greet the students.
Okay, lifestyle seminar. Let's share some thoughts on how an interest in sport can make a difference to your lifestyle.
While he is speaking, the frogs -- fifteen of them -- emerge from the pavilion and take their positions around the table. Two of them are wielding popsicle sticks and wearing pads cunningly fashioned from cardboard, while others are throwing peas to each other.
Look, you're cricketers. You're *supposed* to wear whites.
He is greeted by a chorus of furious croaking.
Because it's traditional. Cricketers wear whites. Who do you think I am, Kerry Packer? There is more croaking. Right, we'll let it ride for now, but you'll see.
He sets the roof back on top of the pavillion, and settles down to greet the students.
Okay, lifestyle seminar. Let's share some thoughts on how an interest in sport can make a difference to your lifestyle.
While he is speaking, the frogs -- fifteen of them -- emerge from the pavilion and take their positions around the table. Two of them are wielding popsicle sticks and wearing pads cunningly fashioned from cardboard, while others are throwing peas to each other.

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She thinks a moment, "erm I guess I'd have said I'm not a big fan of sport, I think it makes people act a bit stupid I like to excersise, but yeah I'm not a fan of organised sports"
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Sport makes people act stupidly? What made you think that?
With considerable vehemence, he hurls the pea with deadly accuracy at the table. It crashes into three toothpics which are stood in a little group. A chorus of croaking breaks out. The professor smiles grimly.
What sort of exercise? Isn't that a sort of sport?
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She looks down at the frogs playing cricket and smiles, "erm did you teach them that sir?"
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The frogs? Well, a couple of them have some natural talent, but it needs channelling.
He points.
That one there? Hoppers? Look how he makes the ball swing in the air. He's much more likely to get an edge that way, and you should see the look on their faces when they get caught behind.
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Ah, these. Yes, all my own work. Do you like them? He looks over at the table again. I only wish that they'd wear them.
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Ah, we all look a little stupid occasionally. Especially coaches.
He runs his hands carefully through his hair, and retrieves a thin woolen sweater.
It's difficult. They have no sense of tradition, and they claim that they're not adapted for wearing clothing.
He is interrupted by a couple of croaks.
Oh, yes. And they say that clothes interfere with their movement.
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She looks at Draco biting her lip, "you don't mind me saying do you?"
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*shuffles papers* Here we are. A sport called Quidditch. I looked it up in the Guide -- it sounds a little hazardous.
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((as we can have whatever we want in town I will be starting a goth night Thursday evening UK time, open to all obviously, thought Hamlet might appreciate it))
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EmoDeep Thoughts Club meets on Thursday nights. I will have to see if I can co-ordinate it with mybroodingdeep thought thinking.[OOC: And I have midterms/essays due this week, so it all depends on how far along I am in my work.]
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emodeep thinkers anyway? You could make it a class trip."((np I might make it a monthly thing like all good goth clubs!))
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