A/N: Yet another hp100, 'Weakness.' First to review wins a story. Warning: Complete silliness ahead!
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Neville was drenched with sweat. He had just run an obstacle course (which he'd tripped during seven times), done four hundred push-ups (thought he actually only managed about ten; he faked the rest), and he was now supposed to be bench pressing one hundred pounds.
He placed his hand on the bar and pushed as hard as he could. Nothing. He tried again. Still nothing. The third time yielded similar results.
Then Seamus Finnigan popped up beside him with a clipboard. "Enough," he yelled. "I'll never whip you into shape. You're such a weakling! Get out!"
And Neville was glad.
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