One hundred sit-ups in two minutes, that's what was required.

Jake used to be able to hit his goal in a minute forty-five, but now he found himself missing time by an annoying ten seconds. With each breath he pushed himself harder and let out a shout of frustration as his watch buzzed loudly. Jake fell back into the grass of his backyard, arms spread out to the side. Fucking. Hell. Jake had not thought he was in decent shape, but after more than three years of not doing much of anything, he'd lost any definition or strength he once had. It was one thing to remember the many spells he needed to pass his evaluations, but aurors had to have endurance that Jake simply did not have anymore.

Yet.

It gave him something to focus on, and if his brother had arrived in the middle of Jake's set, he would not have noticed him. But, the younger brother sat up and watched Will cut across the grass, putting a hand out to block out the sun.

"What's the matter?" Jake asked instinctively; it wasn't often that his brother sought him out, at least in person. He had received many pestering owls and journals checking in on him since he'd moved out in January. Jake reached for his shirt, to wipe the sweat off his face and chest. The near-summer sun was ready to burn him to a crisp, but he'd always worked out better in the outdoors. He stood, gripping the shirt in his fist. "No practice today?"