I lean against the wall in my usual disinterested posture and tilt my head back. It's an unexpectedly tough day. First the workout, then another meeting with Lovegood, and now the combat training. I stretch and my spine cracks. I've probably gotten too used to the naps in my sleeping quarters, but my grace period is definitely over. Potter is serious. My daily routine is now pretty much the same as that of the other rebels.