WHO. Dora & Jackson
WHAT. Hanging out after the game.
WHERE. Grounds.
WHEN. After the game.
RATING. TBA
STATUS. Incomplete/Closed.

Nymphadora, exhilarated and flushed from commenting on the recently finished game, gathered her things together as the player retreated back to thier locker room and crowd started to file out from the stands. She exited the pitch that late afternoon on her own with her bag swung over her torso and her hands shoved to the pockets of her jeans. She knew she should have brought her gloves that day- it was stupid for her not to, really. Her hands could barely stop shaking while she commentated for her sisters' game. Good thing though that the crowd had hardly taken notice of it...

With a knitted hat with small bear ears on her dark-haired head- a gift from grandma Molly herself- she trudged the grounds that lined the lake slowly, taking her time as she viewed the breathtaking landscape that surrounded her. The lake had been frozen since the first snowfall, and the treetops were dusted with white. She could sit on the wat ground and watch this all day.

She found herself taking the spot on a rock by the edge. During the summer, her feet would dip in the water if she stayed ther, but now, her booted feet were set firmly on the frosted water. She sighed, tired. If there was one thing one would notice about her, it's the way the cold seemed to exaggerrate certain part of her features- the redness of her lips, and the blush that stained her cheeks- the harsh weather seeming to enhance her features instead of marring them. She took out a canster from her bag and quietly feasted on her chocolate milk, and suddenly her mind, as it had been in the past days, returned to a certain boy she hasn't seen since their meeting in the kitchens...