Tyson had decided to go through his usual regiment with fingerless gloves attached to his hand and his attire being that of under-armor fabric from the Muggle side of the world that clung to his chest for better breathing and movement through physical activities as well as well lengthened shorts that seemed to hold similar fabric just under them in the form of firm clinging leggings. Sneakers were worn as well though they had seen better days, a clear indicator of being re-patched up, stitched, and maintained lingered as some parts of the material had been faded and many of the stitches woven through its various areas were different colors. Often he just used whatever was on hand along with shoe gum or glue to attach the soles back nice and tightly for him to use it all again. Even though his parents were well off he didn't benefit from them, not anymore, he made through with what he got on his own merits and the meager amount of cash he could bring up until he had more time to devote towards upkeep of his own benefit.
As for the young man's regiment he first started to traverse around the ground by foot running a few laps around the around in a pace, not going too fast as if he were running a race but just enough that his body could feel the effects of being slightly more pushed than a normal jog. Lips parted as he breathed through his nose and out of his mouth to better keep his heartrate controlled but also to continue on training up his cardio. At the center of the field seemed to be a few bits of equipment, a broom and a Quaffle to practice throwing through small hoops that extended into the ground. He didn't want to over toss the spherical object and have to chase it too far if he didn't really need to do it.
Mentally settling on if he had ran enough times around the area he started to run back towards the center of the pitch and stretched out his arms, side, and legs so that they wouldn't lock up on him. A brief cool down exercises before he'd have to take up the real work that he needed to do, all the while, he hadn't been too aware of who had been within the vicinity practically zoning out due to his activity. It took the slight motion from the corner of his eyes when he turned about to grab up his broom that he had halted to see a person heading towards the area.
"Yo', what's up?" The young girl seemed familiar and then it hit him a bit, he had faced House Sturt in a few games and had seen her as a Bludger for that house one times. "Oh, yea', I remember you." He never had the opportunity to catch her too often. Truthfully, he admired her aggression and tenacity, mostly because he saw those kind of traits within himself.