Ella couldn’t help bu flinch as she saw their hand come close to her face, her eyes blinked rapidly, her whole upper body moving backwards, eyes following the hand. A silent, but obvious ‘Don’t.’, came from the action. She looked back up at them warily, a frown on her lips, waiting for their reaction.
The grounds were soaked and muddy from the previous night’s rain; the clouds were still overhead but clearing slowly, and the birds were starting to wake up and chirp good morning to their neighbors. Except for them, the grounds were quiet. Kiri had been up for quite a while now, having just returned from her bi-weekly run halfway around the lake. She wasn’t feeling very hungry yet, so she stayed outside in the windy cold, just wandering. She had stopped by the lake to watch the little duck swimming around, the Whomping Willow fighting off an umbrella the wind had blown too close; she had even been up to visit the owlery to visit Trenton's pet. Still slightly bored, but not expecting anyone else to be up so early who could entertain her, Kiri wandered off toward the quidditch pitch, hoping to perhaps find enjoyment in something there.
On her way she way she watched a few gnomes being chased by a pair of cats and she couldn’t help but laugh. The gnomes were quite winded, the cats hot on their tails, and as soon as they saw her laughing the gnomes burst out in a string of breathless profanities. Pitying their fruitless effort to escape, Kiri jogged over toward the cats, who scattered immediately. The gnomes stopped running and collapsed, trying to catch their breath. "Goodye, little gnomes," Kiri smiled at them and continued on, happily kicking along a rock in the grass as she went.
A few minutes later she reached the pitch. Wandering still, she made her way toward the goalposts on the far end of the field. The sand was soggy and packed down, and she amused herself for while by writing her name in it with the toe of her sneaker. No sooner had she finished writing it out in giant bubble letters when a soft squelching noise alerted her to the presence of somebody else on the field, and very near her.
"You say that incantation one more time like that,
and the dungeons are going to blow up" Maybe
not literally. But Alexander was having far to much
fun making fun of you. "Maybe time for a different spell"
I am so happy Sam Stosur nabbed the trophy in Osaka. No the field did not end up being very deep but I think it'll keep her in the top 20 through the end of the season, and maybe by the time Wimbledon and the USO roll around in 2014 she'll be a top 16 seed again. If you've got the game you shouldn't need to worry about the numbers, but I also think so much of her problems are mental/confidence related, and momentum begets momentum. On the WTA she can get away with weaknesses like hers and still be a top 8 player just because of how inconsistent everyone not named Serena is.
Oh Sammy, not getting any younger but you still have the best kick serve around <3