PT (Auror's in Training)

Conner was pumped about today; he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but he was good at working his body. Since he was the former captain of the Hufflepuff team, he himself had pushed many students to strive for greatness. He knew that when it came to being an Auror, it didn't just meant having the answers in a classroom, but also being able to avoid attacks and running when necessary.

With a pair of loose running pants, a muscle tee, and his reliable running shoes, Conner was ready for whatever was coming his way. Reaching the meeting point, he saw he was the first one to arrive. Walking over to the professor he nodded politely not sure exactly how one should talk to a man with power.

Strolling along the Uni campus to the field where her Professor had wanted to see them Marilyn stretched her arms and wrists, already looking forward to the training. There wasn't much that cheered her up like when she got her heart pounding in a good round of exercise or sparring. Lately she'd been training more with Jake, which obviously was never terribly difficult for her, on the contrary it was more fun than anything else. Her real training she did twice a week at Caldwell Estate in their training facilities.

Sometimes Gwen would join in and they'd end up utterly exhausted and having nearly virtually killed each other. This was, of course, because both of them had extensive Huntress training and each had their own charmed naval piercing that heightened their senses nd capabilities; both physical and magical.
Mari smiled at the thought as she approached her Professor and the other young man there.

"Good Morning, Sir." Marilyn stood straight-backed but smiling at the man.

(Marilyn)

Ben walked slowly out to the training field, a strange sort of flighty feeling in his stomach. At Hogwarts, physical exertion was restricted mostly to the Quidditch teams. He'd been able to avoid all that nonsense easily. Not that he was out of shape, by any means, but he was a runner. All long limbs and lean muscle, what was there anyway. As much as he liked to think that his mind was everything, he knew his roommate would have the upper hand in this class.

It wasn't hard to find the small gathering. The professor was the same from Interrogation, and he was curious to see how the man adjusted between the two subjects. Yes, Ben knew the importance of physical strength in the Auror program, but he wasn't looking forward to this.

Standing near the back, he sent a small, "Professor," to the man in front. He crossed his arms, slightly put off by his casual dress. A black t-shirt and equally dark jogging pants were simple compared to his normal dress. He may wear these around the flat, but he didn't like looking like this in front of the others. Settling his features into that of tolerance, he waited for class to start.

Scarlett was excited for the physical training day, because she genuinely enjoyed exercise. She jogged each morning, and frequented the gym often, especially since she had a bit more time, and she needed to be in peak physical condition for becoming an auror. She'd always enjoyed exercising, for relaxing, that was a big part of why she was on the Quidditch team, back when she attended Hogwarts, it relaxed her, and she found it oddly satisfying.

She made her way down to where the others from her class were gathering, dressed in her workout gear that included black shorts, a pink shirt and her joggers. She also had her long, blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail to keep it out of her face.

"Morning sir," she greeted with a smile, giving the others a polite nod as she waited to start.

Marilyn nodded at the instructions and her expression turned to one of utter concentration as she started off. Even with her enhancement she knew better than to start off at a sprint, thoughit probably wouldn't hurt her. But she didn't want to risk any sort of careless injury. The witch was fast, she'd spent her childhood running, mostly in anticipation of her initiation at sixteen. The piercing only enhances, it doesnt grant extra abilities where there's nothing.

And she'd known even then, she wanted to be quick, agile and efficient. So she started off at a decent running pace, setting her goal at fourteen or fifteen minutes, good enough to show she could do more than he expected, but also subtle enough to not arouse suspicion. Expression void of emotion she followed the marked path, soon leaving a majority of her fellow students behind, keeping her breathing even. No charm can always account for perfect circulation and Marilyn refused to be slowed down by a low oxygen level.

Around the eight minute mark Marilyn stepped it up more, moving much faster now and mostly alone, bar Jake, but having him there just made the view in the run more enjoyable as a small bonus. The woman loved running, loved using her best abilities and feeling the satisfaction of having done well, most things athletic left her mind producing endorphins like there was no tomorrow. But the smile never graced her features. This wasn't a run for fun. This was her job. Her task. She remained professional, focusing completely on the run, but instead of wrinkling her brow in confusion she had her facial muscles relaxed blankly. Tensing up would only slow her down.

Twelve minutes gone. The hill was before her, the majority behind her, and Jake beside her. This was it, the moment where she used an extra spurt and pushed past her current speed, overtaking Jake and running up the hill, leaning forwards as she did, pushing up with every quick step, a slight bounce to quicken her time up the slope.

With an internal smile she reached her professor and had the decency to only smile politely, still softly moving and making sure her muscles didn't lock up from coming to a standstill from such a run.

((OOC: Marilyn's time: 14min 45sec
permission to GM Jake Newbury))

When Professor Celement explained the task, Scar felt confident she would be able to complete it, and within the time. She loved running, it was a way to ease the stress. As Clement blew the whistle, she started jogging, knowing it to be best to jog, and slowly increase her speed.

She started down the hill steadily, running behind Jake and Marilyn, and slowing slightly as the trees became thicker, and the path slightly bumpier, but she grew quickly use to the texture of the ground and continued on, maintaining her fast jog.

She had kept a good jogging speed through the trees, and once she broke the tree line and reached the bottom if the hill. This was the time to really push herself. She pumped her legs, pushing herself up the hill as fast as she could, feeling the muscles in her legs ache slightly, sweating from the exertion. But finally, and sooner than she had realised, for she had been so focussed on keeping her speed, she reached the top of the hill. With a final push, her breathing heavy, she sprinted to the finishing line and slowed to a stop.

OOC: Scarlett's time is 17min and 55sec

Aaron knew that he was late and he didn't like being late to these classes. He knew that if he kept this up they'd kick him out for sure. Right when he heard that they were going to be running and all the trainees began to run, Aaron joined them. Aaron knew he'd be fucked if an attack happened and he wasn't fully prepared for it, so here he was trying his best to keep up with the others. Aaron was a good runner but the rest of these guys were better then him in ways that he just wasn't but he would improve as best he could. The almost Auror was almost to the finish and was glad that he could practically feel it with his hand. When he made it to the end he stopped and took a few deep breaths.

(OOC: Aarons time was 18 minutes even. Sorry for the late reply, didn't see this.)