#s;fpt

{-- she stops only for a few seconds to catch her breath, a few drops of sweat rolling down her forehead which she wipes away with a quick sway of her hand; reaching for her bottle of water that seems more like some kind of heavenly liquid right now, she flicks the cap off to take a few sips, her chest rising and falling back in a rather rapid rhythm.} Phew. {-- putting the bottle back on the floor, she jumps back to the boxing bag and continues where she left off; or would continue, to be precise, if there weren't a sudden noise coming from the door to interrupt her and she peeks her head to the side.} Anybody there?

(-- inhaling the freshness of the cool breeze passing by, she steps on the court, her fingers laced in qri's as she drags her along not so gently, only letting go of her when they're both on the fake -- or let's just call it magic? -- grass covering the surrounding area. ) I thought it'll be much colder but the weather is actually nice. (-- she steals a glance at the other, squinting her eyes slightly before plunging forward and grabbing the end of qri's scarf, pulling on it lightly. ) Unnie-yah, I'm going to apply as one of the chaser's spots in our team. I really miss Quidditch, but I'm afraid I would screw up the tryouts. Are you in the team currently?