It's a sour day for practice, but Leon is pretty bored. That's how he finds himself hitting quaffles at a target over and over. There's a sparse amount of people out and about near the stands, with it being a Wednesday. There is someone, though. A person is sitting in the grass between two of the stands. They have a blanket laid and a large umbrella spelled up to protect them from the drilling; seems like they're studying. Leon pays them little mind, batting over and over mindless. In fact, he gets a little too careless. After a couple more hits, he accidentally angles his bat. The heavy ball flies to the right, away the mini practice hoop he'd set up. He watches it, almost in slow motion, as it heads straight for the blanket, and whacks whoever is sitting there over the head. His jaw drops, and he's immediately jogging over. "Holy-! Are you alright?"