Morning Workout (Naomi)

Martin was out by the black lake, having already done his stretching and runs around it to limber up before he did his push-ups, sit-ups, and squats. He used a shrinking charm two bags of books, one in each hand to use for added weight, which works surprisingly well when you have enough of them lying around. Once that was done he took to flying over and around the lake, doing twists, sharp turns, loops, and all kinds of moves that chasers sometimes had to use in the middle of a Quidditch game. By the end of an hour he was starting to feel it and landed his broom, propping it up against the tree with his bags of books before stripping off his sweats and long-sleeved shirt he'd used to stay warm up in the air. Underneath he had a swimsuit on, and thought it was a bit cold it was starting to heat up a little so he figured he'd be okay if he dried off thoroughly after his dip in the cold water.

Walking up to one of the higher banks near the edge of the lake, Martin dove in with the grace of someone who's been swimming since they were little, hardly making a splash as he started to cut through the water like a knife. The inhabitants of the lake were friendly so long as you were so he wasn't worried about the creatures. So long as nobody bothered his workout he would be okay, and he really hoped nobody would.

Martin sensed somebody watching him, but didn't know who or where, so just ignored it and did his laps around and cutting through the center of the lake. Eventually he'd decided it was enough and he swam over to the lake, heading in the direction he'd noticed out of his peripheral vision that she was in though he hadn't looked to see who it was. As he stepped out of the lake and went to his things by the tree, he cast a warming charm on himself again as he dried off. Once all of that was accomplished he wrapped the towel around his shoulders, pulling it close as he headed towards who he now could see was a girl.

What he found kind of amusing was it was the same girl that he'd offered to help in the library the other day. "Find something interesting in the lake Miss Wilson?" Martin asked, in his polite way of phrasing what were you doing checking me out like that. Because there was no way he would voice that aloud, especially since she may have just been shocked to see somebody swimming at all in the black lake let alone in March. The lake didn't bother him, but he knew it seemed strange and a little dangerous to some students at Hogwarts.

Martin raised an eyebrow at that, but didn't dispute it. "I thought an attractive witch of all people would understand that most people don't appreciate being checked out without their consent like that or being in a relationship. It made me uncomfortable." he said, blunt and to the point as he always tried to be. Social things weren't his best suit, but even he knew when he was being ogled. Turning around he walked and went back to his things, putting on his other clothes now he was dry and slipping into his shoes.

Looking back for a moment towards the Slytherin, he grabbed his broom and his bag of books before walking towards her as she was between him and the castle. "Anything else? I don't mind talking if you want, but if not I should probably get back inside and do assignments." he said, giving her one last opportunity to talk like a normal person instead of play those stupid games he hated so much that girls tended to do.

"If you like being objectified by men go right ahead, I'm not trying to be uppity about it I just don't like that sort of thing directed at me." he explained with a sigh. Martin really hated having to explain his reasoning to others, because aside from his house few students actually used their heads for anything productive in his opinion. "And, it wasn't a compliment, simply stating a fact. Lots of guys tell me they find you attractive, so I figure they're right. It's your personality that's grating." he told her, not the type to pull punches.

Martin looked at the girl, trying to piece together why she acted this way and tried to push others away from her. "Look, I meant what I said in the library. I do want to be friends with you, though I don't understand why that urge is there. Do you want to be friends or not?" he asked, needing an answer so he could either move on or get to know her better.

Martin blushed a little when she corrected him on where they had bumped into each other. He'd gotten rather flustered, usually he remembered things almost perfectly. "My apologies, we did meet in the study area. I suppose you had me more irritated than I'd realized for me to make a mistake like that." he said with a shrug, sighing when she asked why on earth he would want to be friends with her. "No, I don't know anything about you but I would like to. Most people have their own cliques or groups, but you seemed like a loner. Maybe I'm wrong. I am too, because social things, like this, are not my strong suit as I'm sure you've noticed. If you don't want to be I won't be offended, Miss Wilson." he said, already starting to get a headache from this type of interaction. It was slightly easier for him to talk with guys than girls, still confusing to him, though.

His eyes narrowed into a glare when she him about urges, a cold entering them that he almost never showed to people. Martin could handle the other stuff, insulting him outright and insinuating he may not even have gone through puberty was going too far though. "Be quiet before I lose my temper. Yes, I suck at talking to people, but don't you dare insult me for making an effort to try and make a friend. That's...it's...it's the hardest thing in the world for me." he said quietly, looking away as h shed a few tears and his clenched fists slowly relaxed at his sides before he wiped his face and looked back at the Slytherin. "I would have left you alone if you hadn't been staring at me. I'm not stupid so don't deny doing it, that is an insult to my intelligence. Unless you want to get to know me better, as a friend or otherwise, than do not check me out like that." he stated firmly, eyes locking with hers. It was not a request, it was more of an order than anything else. She probably wouldn't like that too much, but he honestly couldn't care less after how rude she was.