Just because he hadn't been accepted into the Auror program didn't mean that Misha was letting himself go. His physical aptitude portion of the application had earned him high marks and he had been advised to keep it up, for when he reapplied next year. So, he had made it a pattern to come out running at least a few times a week. Days were spent lazing around or getting into trouble with friends, but after the sun had gone down and the temperature dropped, Misha hit the trails.
He'd already put in most of his time, when he heard a strange noise. Although it might have been better just to keep moving, something drew him off of the path. Perhaps it was the same instincts that led him to want to be an Auror; whatever it was, he was glad to have followed his gut. A girl sat on the bench, curled up into as small a ball as possible, crying.
"Miss, are you alright?" he asked, loud enough to be heard, but in a voice that signalled calm.