Less than twenty-four hours after the roster was announced and Beck was training. He already suited up often with the team to show them a thing or two and kept in shape out of pure pride, but he knew he was going to have to really hit it hard to be in peak condition to show up and make this position count. The shoulder injury that had prevented him from trying out last time was a thing of the past and Beck swore he would make good on this go around.

He wasn't usually an early riser and it still wasn't even that early, but fuck Fitz and his recommendation to get back into better shape. Asshole cousin. What a twat. It had been a while since he'd gone for a run, but to pick up that stamina he best get back to it.

The park was the easiest choice and he'd sauntered down there as a warm up, picking up the pace as he neared the paths that would lead him down to the lake. There was no way he could go all the way around, too fucking big, but eventually. The pace was good, he could still breath, so there was that too, just a good run to get the day going before he hit the pitch.

Or so he thought.

Not even ten minutes into his run he came by a familiar face, seemingly in distrses. "Miss Scamander?" He asked, slowing down to see if everything was alright.