After deciding that Professor Rasnick probably wouldn’t care if they showed up in bras and yoga pants, both Marissa and Rose had decided to go that route with ‘workout clothes’. While Marissa had selected a black faux leather bra, Rose opted for neons, choosing a garish orange-pink. Marissa’s wardrobe was much more expansive and much more fun than Rose’s. Rose contemplated this as she spent some quality time in the bathroom trying to get her frizzy blonde hair to cooperate with her. It wasn’t quite long enough to put back in a ponytail so Rose was making due with bobby pins, spells, and some magical product that promised to “tame that mane”. It was not doing any useful amounts of taming at the moment.

Once her battle was more or less won with her hair, Rose grabbed her bag just in case and headed towards the outdoor classroom. Marissa had left earlier, since she had managed to put her hair in a ponytail before Rose had managed to fight her frizz down. It wasn’t supposed to be this bad. Colorado was the least humid place the fifth year had ever been to. Ugh.

Arriving successfully at Defense, where she grinned at Marissa and then pointedly rolled her eyes nodding her head slightly towards Emmett, Rose put her bag down. Professor Rasnick explained that it would be a physical fitness day. Rose was down with that. Although she hadn’t let her conditioning completely fall by the wayside over break - the lack of a shirt made it evident that the slim girl was surprisingly well muscled - it definitely wasn’t up to par with what they wanted to see on the Aquila Quidditch team. Now that Rose was back at school she was also getting back to swimming, which she knew would help. But for now, obstacle course time!

Professor Rasnick flew ahead of them on her broom. Several students took off at a brisk pace to collect the logs, while Rose chose to go at a more normal pace. There was no point in tiring herself out yet. Once she reached the logs, her hazel eyes flicked between them and the sign. She thought for a second. There were two easy solutions to this problem: she could transfigure the log or she could shrink it. Rose considered. It might be more difficult to transfigure the log back from whatever she transfigured it into than it would be to reverse a shrinking spell.

“Diminuendo,” Rose said quietly, pointing her wand at one of the logs. It dutifully shrank until it was about the size of a pill bottle, and she put it into the pocket of her yoga pants. Excellent. Now she could get on with the obstacle course. Next was a wide pit of mud. Off to the side, she saw Danny Dubois turning the mud solid, which she thought was a good concept. Instead of trying to turn the mud itself solid, Rose decided that what was best was to freeze it. With a muttered word and a jab of her wand, the fifth-year successfully froze a path across the mud pit and started walking across it.

She heard a high pitched cackling and looked around, her first inclination to follow it. Then Rose stopped, recalling one of their lessons from last year. Erklings. Wrenching her mind away from the cackle, Rose carefully pushed onwards, crossing the icy patch of mud. She successfully made it to the other side and was about to move on to the next obstacle when she heard a thump behind her and turned. Uh-oh. One of her classmates had apparently been trying to use her pathway and had managed to slip on it.

“Are you okay?” the Aquila called, unable to see who it was.