feel the burn.
Good god, that's hard work. All this 'active duty' nonsense. Getting up at five in the morning, doing all this running around and exercising, and dodging Kingsley's wobbly spells. I'm too old and unfit for all this.
My legs hurt. I can't get up. And yet I have to get up and do it tomorrow. Ow. Can't move.
Damn Ministry. I'm not cut out for this. I don't do danger. I do pencil pushing and writing legislation. None of this running around with wands nonsense. I'd be better off helping heal people or something...okay, I wouldn't be. But Merlin, all this exercise...
I'm scared.
Excuse me asking, but is your Kingsley alright? He was instructing us today and he seemed...a bit off. Not as confident or accurate with his spells as usual, that kind of thing. It was a little worrying.
I can't get off the settee. Oooh, my thighs are on FIRE. Not literally. That would be worrying. And no, Bill, I don't want go run around in the garden. My legs. Won't somebody please think of my legs.