If he were able to see Sunday's eyes properly, he'd see they were wide as saucers. Merlin, the desert sounded so much different than the beach! Of course both had sand, but Sunday was rather more invested in the cool breezes and squishy wet sand beneath her toes. "Really, why is the Nile dangerous?" Really, Sunday thought, she must write to mummy and papa as soon as she could to suggest to them a vacation where there was lots and lots of desert!

She opened her mouth to tell the boy of her plans when a flicker of light caught her eye. She directed her attention to that, zeroing in on it like a bloodhound on its target. And sure enough... "There it is!" she cried enthusiastically as she shot up from her seat, completely forgetting where she was and the previous conversation she'd had with the new boy.

Actions, Sunday Fudge had yet to learn, had their consequences and this one's counterpart was a doozy. So often did she find gravity not on her side, and this so happened to be one of those times. The little witch lost her footing and found herself plummeting towards the water. She let out a shriek of surprise as she hit the glassy, serene surface with a small splash!.