Your pace was too fast, a mistake you knew better than to fall for
Ella critiqued herself as she tried to catch her breath. It was one thing to read a book, and another thing to do it.
Magic had poorly influenced her expectations. There was a level of control she had with her wand, with her spells. Agility seemed like a natural component to add to her training. She could easily deduce that not all spells would be cast in a classroom setting, standing politely amongst classmates and professors. That was an improbable situation, with very little call to what she considered the true applications and concerns of magic. Dueling, quick decision making, flight. Those were the situations that she had wanted to be most prepared for, logically speaking.
The sound was abrupt as it broke the air, traveling her way. A voice that she very well recognized.
Inhale for three, exhale for two, inhale for three--
Just as she had caught her breath, she was sure to lose it. She caught a glimpse of Jett, his silky hair. His deep, caring eyes. His tall, slim figure. She did all she could to look away, feeling...something that danced around the hairs on her arms, ready to pounce. She knew this feeling would drive her mad one day. A spell? No, he had no reason to, nor did he have a wand ready. Could she really be so weak hearted?
"Jett, I would say your company is unexpected, although that does not exclusively apply to you."
She peeked over her own shoulder, but did what she could to resist. Ella simultaneously bent down as she took a step forward, elegantly snatching her towel from the ground to wipe some of the sweat from her head. In doing so, she felt more exposed. She felt the heat rising from her cheeks, no longer sure if it was from the run or from Jett. Her loose tank top, barely on as it was, caught a bit of a breeze, much to her relief and satisfaction.
"Unwell, yes, though perhaps not how you had intended the question."
Out of shape was far more like it. Very unwell indeed.