A Wizards Misadventures

~~Level Two~~

"So, later then?" I considered it. I... liked Kuroka. As more than a friend. She was surprisingly dependable and more than a little friendly, not to mention committed to me if her taking care of me when I was down was any indication. It wasn't like I had any pressing threats or responsibilities like I did on Remnant. There were plenty of world threatening beings around but those were always there and I had never tried to play hero. I just wanted a better place for my family, mostly being Ruby. I couldn't think of a reason to say no to have a family again.

"... With later meaning potentially years later and if I don't have any reason to opt out of it, not that I'm expecting or looking for one."

"Then we're dating!" Kuroka said excitedly. She leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips, then pushed me down onto the couch, her hands trailing down my shirt. "And that means... we can do this!"

I decided that dating was a very nice experience not long after. Very nice.

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"Up and at em," I said as I pulled Harry out of his bed, thankfully wearing boxers. He flailed and yelled but I had already silenced the area. Helen's amusement and enthusiasm was in the back of my mind.

"I- what?" he stammered as he looked at me in exercise clothes.

"Training. I did say I'd be training you, didn't I?" I raised an eyebrow. He rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"I-yes, but..." He turned to his bed and fumbled around under his pillow, pulling out his want. "Tempus," he muttered. He looked at me angrily. It's six in the morning!"

"Yes," I said simply. "And classes begin at nine thirty. I'm working you until eight and taking you again after dinner until ten. Now get some clothes on. We're jogging."

"But... but why?!" he protested.

"Because wizards are wimpy little sniveling whiners. You aren't. Every auror goes through physical training and you're doing more than any auror does in their entire life. Besides, the fitter you are the better you can avoid spells that would otherwise dismember or kill you, and using less magic to avoid getting hit means you can use more to hit your enemies. Believe me, I don't like working out either but I still do it because I have the time and I can see the benefits. And if you get stubborn and refuse I'll throw you out in your boxers and have wolves nip at your heels. Actually..."

Harry quickly lunged for his trunk beside his bed and pulled out some clothes. I was actually a little disappointed. Wolves would be an effective motivator for him.

About fifteen minutes later I ran alongside Harry in what most would call muggle clothes around the lake a ways away from the castle. It was just a white undershirt and blue sweats but still muggle clothes. It was cold, being November, but since Harry and I were running it was rather nice. Harry, though, had pants, muggle pants, and a baggy shirt. I noted that I needed to get him some decent workout clothes.

"So you see, running isn't all you should be doing," I said breezily, not straining myself at all. "I'll be having you do crunches after this and some pushups, though thankfully for you not much of the second. You need to be fit but you're not going to be punching much, or stabbing as I often find myself doing. Just working your lower body would make you look odd, though."

Harry was breathing too heavily to respond. I noted that he should be able to run longer. Everybody should. Was he actually malnourished? We weren't running at what most people would consider a sprint but we were going faster than normal.