Ginny stretched her body, reaching her fingers to the toes on her outstretched leg. She heard a small 'pop' come from her back. Sighing, she pulled her leg to herself and stretched out the other one. Flexibility was important in life, especially in Quidditch. She remembered last night's practice, stretched across the broom, trying to get the quaffle.
Having finished her stretches, Ginny turned to the next part of her work out routine. She jogged in pace for five minutes, working up a sweat. She had to get better if she wanted to make the team proud. She had had to earn her place. She was good, but there would always be someone better.
From jogging, she slowed to walking the width of the room, her heart pounding in her chest as she moved. This was the second slowest part of the work out. From walking, she finally headed outside. The cool morning air caught her skin. The last part of this was always her favorite. There was only so much she could do on the ground.
"Accio," she stated, the broom flying to her outstretched hand. The handle felt natural in her hands. Everything about the broom felt perfect. She'd balanced it to her desire, gotten the best broom she could.
There was something to be said about being married to a man with money. She didn't care about that, but it was a nice perk sometimes. She took to the sky, made a lazy circuit of the property, diving down to the small pond on the Northern edge.
The ducks squawked at her angrily. She only laughed. She did a series of flips, of drops, making sure to keep in control at all times. This, to Ginny, was the hardest part of the routine. The precision she needed to use to execute the moves, the wisdom to know when not to do something, when a move was too risky either because of the weather or her own body telling her not to.
Finally, exhausted, but smiling, Ginny circled back to the house landing next to the porch.
"There you," Sirius stated, standing on the porch watching Ginny swoop down.
"You know I like my routine," she commented, giving her husband a quick kiss. After the war, Sirius had finally gotten that pardon he deserved, had been declared a war hero from the first war, and he and Ginny had settled down, at least for now.
"I do, I also know by the time you're finished, you're starving. I made bacon pancakes, with orange juice, and eggs," he stated, opening the door for Ginny. She smiled as she stepped inside their home, left her broom by the front door, and happily sat down to eat breakfast with the man who not only encouraged, but also understood her dedication.
