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Located just south of the castle is a large body of water known as the Great Lake or the Black Lake. This is where the first years encounter the school for the first time when the Groundskeeper takes them there by boat. After seven years they will leave the castle, their individual house and their home behind as they sail back across the Great Lake to embark on new adventures.
If you decide to dip your toes in the water, be careful of the many magical creatures inhibiting the lake that might mistake a little student’s toe for a tasty treat. For in the Great Lake lives everything from merpeople to grindylows. Bartholomew Henry, the Giant Squid, however is not interested in nibbling on toes, but would much rather have someone tickle his tentacles while he soaks up some sun.
Why don’t you follow his lead and do the same? Do some homework in the sun heated grass, take that well deserved nap before Ancient Runes or catch up on that reading. Enjoy your time at the Great Lake!
Flynn took out the two sandwiches he made and looked at the wrapper on them. He placed the gluten free sandwich on the plate in front of him then placed the other one on her plate all the while listening to what she was saying. "I prefer badger," he said. "There are some smelly badgers in this school." He was just sayin'.
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"With some help." More like, a lot of help. He proceeded to pull out the cookies, which were sealed nicely in a little bag, and placed them between the two plates. "I was not sure what to bring as a beverage, but I thought I couldn't go wrong with water." He pulled out the last two items in his basket: two water bottles.
Ah, now Felicity understood why he chose badger. She shrugged a little before responding. "Why do you have to be so mean?" Like, s e r i o u s l y?! She'd thought she could be a bit mean before she met him, but sometimes it felt like everything that came out of his mouth was just not nice.
"Th-" Just as she began the words thank you she bit her lip. The aim was worst date ever: manners not included. Instead she just started unwrapping the sandwich, thinking of something mean to say and settling on, "Can't you do anything for yourself?"
........Ah. Water. Water. The dreaded 'cure' to the 'badger-mouth'. And the annoying thing was that she was thirsty.
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Ah, now Felicity understood why he chose badger. She shrugged a little before responding. "Why do you have to be so mean?" Like, s e r i o u s l y?! She'd thought she could be a bit mean before she met him, but sometimes it felt like everything that came out of his mouth was just not nice.
"Th-" Just as she began the words thank you she bit her lip. The aim was worst date ever: manners not included. Instead she just started unwrapping the sandwich, thinking of something mean to say and settling on, "Can't you do anything for yourself?"
........Ah. Water. Water. The dreaded 'cure' to the 'badger-mouth'. And the annoying thing was that she was thirsty.
Flynn pursed his lips as he looked at the hot mess in front of him. "I am the one being mean?" He asked, blinking. "Who's the one that did not even care to look presentable for a date? Especially when a lot of thought was put into that said date, and the person who put that said date together never does anything like this for other people." He said this all while not letting her know that yeah, it actually bothered him some.
Flynn Kowalski does NOT do things like this, but he wanted to impress her. Why? Why did he torture himself to get the attention of Felicity Harrington? WHY did he put up with the fact she was revolting this whole date AND the fact she only said yes to shut him up?
Because that's what happens when a Kowalski lets feelings take over.
"I put this whole thing together myself," he pointed out, shrugging. He placed the water bottles on the blanket and closed the basket.
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Flynn pursed his lips as he looked at the hot mess in front of him. "I am the one being mean?" He asked, blinking. "Who's the one that did not even care to look presentable for a date? Especially when a lot of thought was put into that said date, and the person who put that said date together never does anything like this for other people." He said this all while not letting her know that yeah, it actually bothered him some.
Flynn Kowalski does NOT do things like this, but he wanted to impress her. Why? Why did he torture himself to get the attention of Felicity Harrington? WHY did he put up with the fact she was revolting this whole date AND the fact she only said yes to shut him up?
Because that's what happens when a Kowalski lets feelings take over.
"I put this whole thing together myself," he pointed out, shrugging. He placed the water bottles on the blanket and closed the basket.
D a m m i t.
Why did he have to go and make her feel really guilty? Fishing for time, and trying to organise her thoughts, Felicity took a bottle of water from in front of her and drank for a few seconds. Bye bye, badger smell.
Which she was secretly glad about, because man was that smell totally disgusting.
"I didn't expect you to do this much..." When she finally spoke, Liss was quiet, and she couldn't quite bring herself to look Flynn in the eye, instead toying with the edge of her sandwich. Her idea of a date with him was... Actually, she didn't even know what she's expected, but it had definitely not been something like this. Why did her first date have to be with someone who infuriated her so much? Someone who she was positive was only doing this to prove a point, whom she didn't think really cared. Why couldn't he have accepted her 'no'?
Besides, didn't look presentable?! Psht, her pyjamas were totally adorable. Her face on the other hand.........
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D a m m i t.
Why did he have to go and make her feel really guilty? Fishing for time, and trying to organise her thoughts, Felicity took a bottle of water from in front of her and drank for a few seconds. Bye bye, badger smell.
Which she was secretly glad about, because man was that smell totally disgusting.
"I didn't expect you to do this much..." When she finally spoke, Liss was quiet, and she couldn't quite bring herself to look Flynn in the eye, instead toying with the edge of her sandwich. Her idea of a date with him was... Actually, she didn't even know what she's expected, but it had definitely not been something like this. Why did her first date have to be with someone who infuriated her so much? Someone who she was positive was only doing this to prove a point, whom she didn't think really cared. Why couldn't he have accepted her 'no'?
Besides, didn't look presentable?! Psht, her pyjamas were totally adorable. Her face on the other hand.........
Flynn looked away and began unwrapped his sandwich, sulking in the silence she was given him. All he had wanted from the start was one date - just ONE. He had gotten it; yet, he felt like he should of settled for not having a date instead of this one. This would probably be the one and only date he would get with her, and she was making it non-enjoyable.
"When I said I liked you, I meant it, Felicity," he stated once she broke the silence. "That's why I did all this. You did not want to believe me, so this was me trying to prove it to you." He paused. "Okay, look." He moved so that he was now sitting Indian-style in front of her. "I'm a terrible person; I know I am. I may not be the most ideal person you would want to be on a date with - because honestly, I probably wouldn't even want to date myself - but I'm trying." Trying AND failing, but nonetheless, he was trying.
"Since you showed up," regardless of the attempt to ruin this date, "I'll give you a choice: you can leave or you can stay."
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It was nice cool afternoon. The sun was setting - for Aymeric this was perfect timing to leave the castle. He may have homework or other obligations but those could wait patiently for him in the common room and he would attend them, at night.
Although it was still considered the beginning of year he knew the number of days before it was too cold to leave castle was decreasing - and he absoulutely despised feeling cold. Therefore it was incredibly important for the Ravenclaw to visit the lake and do what he loves most - draw.
Ever since a young age Aymeric enjoyed painting drawing, sometimes he even tried sculpting. It soothed him similar to a cup of tea.
He made his way down towards the lake. Aymeric placed a cushion on a rock and sat on it, wasn't the most comfortable position to create art, but he wasn't able yet to conjure a chair out of nowhere.
The third year took out of his bag a brown wooden plank - wider than his knees. Out of the bag he fetched a rolled piece of paper, a box of colour pencils and 4 feathers. He rolled the paper upon on the plank and straightened it with the help of his wand.
He was working on this piece since the train - it was inspired by the Hippogrif's nest near his father's barn. The drawing was - on the right side of the picture an almost finished sketch of a Hippogrif's head. Except from the beak and a few clusters of feathers the head was almost done. The eye stood out since he drew it using the colours hazel and crisp brown.
The back round was a huge lake (which he hadn't started drawing), and a vast forest in the midst of autumn (the colours he used were similar to the one's he was using for the Hippogrif's eye).
The four feathers he had were Hippogrif's feathers' his father collected for him. Aymeric used it in order to get an accurate shade of off-white, grey for the Hippogrif. Accuracy was very important to him.
Today since he had the Great Lake in front of his face - he would begin an early colour sketch of it. He held up the a few pencils wanting to find the perfect shade of blue he could find.
Maisie watched the boy. He was drawing something. He had feathers and pencils and he seemed devoted to his work.
Maisie wasn't the most creative, she was far too into her books for that, but she made beautiful astronomical charts. She'd been copying the stars since she was three. Her creativity came out in writing. Maisie wrote avidly in her journal. She wrote about everything: lessons, books, the night sky, letters from home, food... Secretly, she wrote fictional diaries too. Even her mother didn't know about those. They were about knights and heroes. Dragons and goblins. Battles and wars. Everything she had expected from her father. A hero.
She didn't want to disturb the boy, but she didn't want to stare rudely without his knowing. What if he didn't want anyone to know about the piece he was working on? What if he had a secret passion too, like Maisie?
She thought of the notebooks in her trunk in the dorm. There were three - one for each of her characters. Peter the Brave, who fought dragons and griffins on hippogriff back. (She'd been writing that one since she was six). Knight Skylarn, a Knight of the Stables; a Knight who was the Horse Master of King Arborsh's court. (That one, she'd been working on since she turned eleven). And, a story she'd started just before she left for school: Lellie, Faerie Queen.
Maisie tried not to stare at the artist too much, instead, looking out across the lake for the squid.
Flynn looked away and began unwrapped his sandwich, sulking in the silence she was given him. All he had wanted from the start was one date - just ONE. He had gotten it; yet, he felt like he should of settled for not having a date instead of this one. This would probably be the one and only date he would get with her, and she was making it non-enjoyable.
"When I said I liked you, I meant it, Felicity," he stated once she broke the silence. "That's why I did all this. You did not want to believe me, so this was me trying to prove it to you." He paused. "Okay, look." He moved so that he was now sitting Indian-style in front of her. "I'm a terrible person; I know I am. I may not be the most ideal person you would want to be on a date with - because honestly, I probably wouldn't even want to date myself - but I'm trying." Trying AND failing, but nonetheless, he was trying.
"Since you showed up," regardless of the attempt to ruin this date, "I'll give you a choice: you can leave or you can stay."
Was she a terrible person? Because, honestly, she was totally starting to feel like one. A niggling part of Felicity’s brain, however, was telling her that this was all a ploy, to lull her into a false sense of security. The same part of her brain that started working whenever she remotely thought a boy was attractive, the part that overrode everything and reminded her that boys sucked.
“It’s just…” Felicity swallowed, shaking her head a little so her face was obscured by her messy hair. “I mean, you liked Hattie… And now you say you like me, and those things don’t just happen, you know? You can’t just change your mind. And Hattie’s my friend and...” She trailed off, biting her lip, not realising that the speed talk she’d just delivered had completely obscured that fact that, whilst infuriating, Flynn saying her name hadn’t made her feel sick. “Besides… What’s there even to likeaboutme?” After all, Hattie was so much prettier, and funnier, and smarter, and prettier, and, you know, probably easier to deal with than she was. And had she mentioned prettier? Because that was really what boys cared about, right? The way that the girl they wanted to kiss looked.
“You’renotaterribleperson.” Came out before Felicity even realised what she was saying, and still she didn’t look up from the crumbled edge of her sandwich. As Flynn continued to talk, her front teeth played with her bottom lip, and she tried to figure out what on earth she was going to say, leaving a rather pregnant pause. “I… I want to stay. If you want me to.” Finally, she looked up at him, searching his face from underneath her lashes. But she wasn’t going to apologise – she was still wary of him, not least because he was being nice. And the threat of a really loud burp wasn’t completely gone, yet, either.
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Was she a terrible person? Because, honestly, she was totally starting to feel like one. A niggling part of Felicity’s brain, however, was telling her that this was all a ploy, to lull her into a false sense of security. The same part of her brain that started working whenever she remotely thought a boy was attractive, the part that overrode everything and reminded her that boys sucked.
“It’s just…” Felicity swallowed, shaking her head a little so her face was obscured by her messy hair. “I mean, you liked Hattie… And now you say you like me, and those things don’t just happen, you know? You can’t just change your mind. And Hattie’s my friend and...” She trailed off, biting her lip, not realising that the speed talk she’d just delivered had completely obscured that fact that, whilst infuriating, Flynn saying her name hadn’t made her feel sick. “Besides… What’s there even to likeaboutme?” After all, Hattie was so much prettier, and funnier, and smarter, and prettier, and, you know, probably easier to deal with than she was. And had she mentioned prettier? Because that was really what boys cared about, right? The way that the girl they wanted to kiss looked.
“You’renotaterribleperson.” Came out before Felicity even realised what she was saying, and still she didn’t look up from the crumbled edge of her sandwich. As Flynn continued to talk, her front teeth played with her bottom lip, and she tried to figure out what on earth she was going to say, leaving a rather pregnant pause. “I… I want to stay. If you want me to.” Finally, she looked up at him, searching his face from underneath her lashes. But she wasn’t going to apologise – she was still wary of him, not least because he was being nice. And the threat of a really loud burp wasn’t completely gone, yet, either.
"I -" Flynn shut his mouth for a measly second or so, thinking of the right way to go about this. He knew whatever came out of his mouth would make it back to Hattie. Girls talked, especially best friends. He had learned that the hard way when him and Skylar had kissed. "I never changed my mind," he finally replied to her in the calmest tone possible. "I never made up my mind to begin with, quite frankly." He never remembered saying that he was head over heels with Hattie. "Hattie is a great friend, but I don't see myself with her. You know how I am, and you also know how she is." If he and Hattie dated, it would probably be more problematic than anything. She was so kind. He, on the other hand, was a wrecking ball. He wanted someone who could handle him, but brought him to his next response to her:
"I can give you a list of things I like about you," He still showed no emotion on his face because why should he? She could be walking away any moment now, leaving him here to enjoy this picnic alone, "but what I like most about you is your personality. You don't put up with the things I do, and I appreciate that." Someone had to call him out. He also enjoyed the challenge of getting her on this date because she had wanted to play hard to get.... still does, actually.
"Was it not just yesterday that you got mad at me for threatening a first year? Nice people don't do that," he pointed out. Though, he only did it because he knew it would get her down from her dorm.
He quickly fell silent when she said that. He had expected her to get up the moment he gave her the ultimatum and leave. After blinking a few times and registering that she was, in fact, going to say, he said, "Of course I want you to stay. I spent a good amount of time planning this out for you." He didn't want his sandwich making skills to go to waste.
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With the much cooler early November weather upon them now, Camilla was taking advantage of the little bit of afternoon sunshine that happened to be becoming more rare lately. It wasn't at all unlike her to be outside but she had been a bit busier this week with some upcoming lesson plans she had come up with and needed to get worked out.
A nice relaxing walk down near the Lake had sounded perfect to the older women. A clear mind would surely be of use when she made the walk all the way back up to the sixth floor where her office was located. Right now though she was enjoying the gentle breeze that was blowing and checking out the changing colors of the leaves on the trees.
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Maisie watched the boy. He was drawing something. He had feathers and pencils and he seemed devoted to his work.
Maisie wasn't the most creative, she was far too into her books for that, but she made beautiful astronomical charts. She'd been copying the stars since she was three. Her creativity came out in writing. Maisie wrote avidly in her journal. She wrote about everything: lessons, books, the night sky, letters from home, food... Secretly, she wrote fictional diaries too. Even her mother didn't know about those. They were about knights and heroes. Dragons and goblins. Battles and wars. Everything she had expected from her father. A hero.
She didn't want to disturb the boy, but she didn't want to stare rudely without his knowing. What if he didn't want anyone to know about the piece he was working on? What if he had a secret passion too, like Maisie?
She thought of the notebooks in her trunk in the dorm. There were three - one for each of her characters. Peter the Brave, who fought dragons and griffins on hippogriff back. (She'd been writing that one since she was six). Knight Skylarn, a Knight of the Stables; a Knight who was the Horse Master of King Arborsh's court. (That one, she'd been working on since she turned eleven). And, a story she'd started just before she left for school: Lellie, Faerie Queen.
Maisie tried not to stare at the artist too much, instead, looking out across the lake for the squid.
Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.
Aymeric has been drawing for several minutes. Every now and then he would look up at the lake to achieve an accurate image in his head of what colours he should use/merge. One lake and too many shades of blue, he could see himself sitting here until dark.
Scribble. Scribble. Scribble.
He continued drawing for a few more minutes. He has been sitting here for about half an hour, and he wasn't so pleased with his progression. Nevertheless, he should take a small break, his fingers were feeling uncomfortably tense right now.
Aymeric remained seated and stretchered his back, flicked his fingers a bit and rolled his neck from side to side. Too much sitting in one place.
Whilst rolling his neck he noticed a young Ravenclaw girl not too far away from him, why was she alone? The third year rolled his shoulders back, they too needed some sort of release. He turned to the girl and shyly smiled at her. "Hello, are you lookin' for some colouring pencils?" He looked at his cup of pencils. He had an abundance of pencils, very vivid colours as well. Maybe she was interested. He turned back to the girl. "I'm Aymeric." He let out his hand - for a handshake of course.
A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself.
Placing the fishing rod down on the grass, Dorian sighed. With the Giant Squid, Gryffindor Prefect and the Two jobs professor nearby it would be nearly impossible to catch a fish.
Judging by Noelle's reaction, he wasn't the only one who was freaked out by the fact that the Giant Squid could talk their language. He also noted that the Giant Squid liked to Bask in the sun...maybe he should give him sunglasses or something? He then laughed, out loud at the idea and quickly cleared his throat.
"You dragged a student to the bottom of the Lake?!" that was scary and ...cool...kind of... "They...they aren't dead right?" he frowned as he looked at the Professor. Wait, this did not make sense. If the Giant Squid was so dangerous, why was it in the Lake where a school was. And it certainly wouldn't be talking with them... The Giant Squid was a good guy!
Unless it was a trick...
Dorian shook his head. He was overthinking again.
A shout so loud startled him and as he turned his head he saw an older guy running towards them shouting to another boy for him to follow. Great, now he REALLY needed to find a different fishing spot!
He stared, open mouthed at the boy as he actually offered to let him be dragged to the bottom of the Lake. Was it an academic reason or was he just stupid? "Wow..." he whispered and turned back to face the Giant Squid. "Can i touch a tentacle?!" he asked, eyes wide.
Haraldur raised his eyebrow at Noelle. How did she not know? "Miss Summers..." He muttered, shaking his head. And she was a prefect. Kids these days lived inside their own little bubble. A bubble of non-talking giant squids. "Might have to brush up on your Hogwarts knowledge there, Miss Prefect."
He turned to the squid, giving him a nod. "Delightful as always." He placed a heavy hand on Dorian's shoulder. "Young Mr. Katharos here was worried he might need permission from you or the merpeople." Haraldur chuckled. "But it has been a while since you last dragged a student down to the bottom of the lake, hasn't it?" Ahhh, jokes.
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Derf briefly caught the Groundskeeper's glance in their direction, but there was no real lingering interaction between the third year and the man as his attention was pulled back to the first year. And rightfully so. The observation of the Hufflepuff being muddy was met with a simply giddy nod of the head because yes, he was indeed muddy. Not as much as he possibly COULD be but still quite muddy. Yes. Derf liked mud and it was a necessary thing at the moment with all of his toad catching. Helped him blend in and appear less menacing.
Wait. Pardon?
"I'm not though?" he replied, confusion clearly written all over his face. Or well, he wasn't YET...but that all changed the moment a certain cephalopod decided to make its presence known. "IT'S BARTHOLOMEW HENRY!" he boyishly squeaaaaaaaaaaaled as he forgot ALL about the toad he had been chasing after. "C'MON! YOU GOTTA MEET HIM!" Was the first year following him? Derf certainly hoped that he was because the third year was about to secret in his pants from excitement.
Ruuuuuuuuuunning over to the gathered group, Derf just happened to hear what the Groundskeeper had to say and GASPED in HORROR at his words - entirely missing that the man was likely joking. "Bartholomew Henry does no such thing! Mum woulda told me!" he said, aghast. "But...if you DO decide to take someone down to the bottom of the lake...can you take me?"
It was kinda sorta on his Hogwarts bucket list to explore the Black Lake, you know?
Also...hi Noelle and other new Ravenclaw boy he was not yet familiar with.
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Placing the fishing rod down on the grass, Dorian sighed. With the Giant Squid, Gryffindor Prefect and the Two jobs professor nearby it would be nearly impossible to catch a fish.
Judging by Noelle's reaction, he wasn't the only one who was freaked out by the fact that the Giant Squid could talk their language. He also noted that the Giant Squid liked to Bask in the sun...maybe he should give him sunglasses or something? He then laughed, out loud at the idea and quickly cleared his throat.
"You dragged a student to the bottom of the Lake?!" that was scary and ...cool...kind of... "They...they aren't dead right?" he frowned as he looked at the Professor. Wait, this did not make sense. If the Giant Squid was so dangerous, why was it in the Lake where a school was. And it certainly wouldn't be talking with them... The Giant Squid was a good guy!
Unless it was a trick...
Dorian shook his head. He was overthinking again.
A shout so loud startled him and as he turned his head he saw an older guy running towards them shouting to another boy for him to follow. Great, now he REALLY needed to find a different fishing spot!
He stared, open mouthed at the boy as he actually offered to let him be dragged to the bottom of the Lake. Was it an academic reason or was he just stupid? "Wow..." he whispered and turned back to face the Giant Squid. "Can i touch a tentacle?!" he asked, eyes wide.
Err, permission?
Bartholomew Henry hadn't really considered that aspect of things. Really there didn't seem to be any harm in a little bit of fishing; well, just so long as Hogwarts students and staff didn't start to deplete one of his food sources. "I can't speak for the merpeople, but I don't see any problem with it." So the boy need not worry about anything.
...
And talk about him DRAGGING students to the bottom of the lake!! Goodness, this was opening a whole other can of worms, wasn't it??? But before Bartholomew Henry could respond to the joke, there was an excited boy rushing over and defending him. Well, wasn't that sweet. "Well, hello there!" Happily he waved one of his tentacles. "And who would your mom be?" Clearly she had gone to Hogwarts, as many of the parents had. "You want me to drag you to the bottom of the lake?" Now that got a laugh. The first time that had ever happened!
"I didn't actually drag anyone down," he reassured the boy who hadn't been sure about fishing in the lake. There was absolutely nothing to fear. "You may certainly do that if you wish." As he spoke, he held one of the tentacles forward. Of course anyone else was welcome to as well if they so wished.
Luci nodded at her response. She knew how that felt, just coming here to chill, and welcome the company that may arrive. Personally, she would have invited someone, but her mind had to get clear from any feelings right now. Cool head, warm heart.
"Yeah, Luci..." She smiled, quite impressed at the girl. "Uh...Julie?" Lately, she started remembering names with the same letter from her sister's name, J.
"Yeah, that's me. Julie Bellaire." the brunette said, a soft but proud smile on her rosy lips. She laid back, arms stretched out and under her head as a pillow. Comfortable, she watched the clear sky. "So... What are you doing out here, Baeva?" Julie asked, glancing up to set her blue-green eyes on the other student.
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Oh. That's right, Miss Kay's father is ill. Emmeline couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of that herself. She frowned a little and answered: "I'm sorry. Is he feeling any better?" Probably not if Miss Kay was still worried about him, but the twelve-year-old wasn't sure what else to say. And then her face went tomato-red all over again when Miss Kay started talking about her going far. 'Cause to be honest, she didn't have any great, huge goals or anything; she just wanted to work with creatures when she grew up, mhm.
"Yeah! Ummm creatures and tea and chocolate and flying," she answered when Miss Kay asked if they could do something special. 'Cause it sounded like looooads of fun. And and, Miss Kay had noticed that it was Cypress Emmeline had out, not Sirius, AND given her permission to play with Marshmallow! The second year gave her professor a HUUUUGE grin, 'cause obviously she wasn't gonna get in trouble this time. "Thanks!! She's fun to play with." She knew that from the pet party last term, mhm. That had been loads and loads of fun too! Her gaze dropped to Cypress again, just to keep an eye on him, but he was just chilling. Good.
Kay welcomed the concern that Emmeline was offering. She shook her head sadly. "He isn't the last time I heard from him which was yesterday.'' The two did communicate via email almost everyday. "But I'm trying to be confident that he'll get well.'' She smiled, not wanting to make Em worry more than necessary. "Oh yes, Dad did tell me to let you know he says hello and to keep an eye out for a package by owl post.'' Kay herself didn't know what the package would contain but was sure that Em would love it.
"Wonderful! I'll keep those in mind. You're always free to drop by my office. There's always lots of tea there. Does chocolate chip cookies count as something that you like? There's a lot of those too.'' And that grin! It was so adorable! It was contagious too and it made her grin as well.
"I -" Flynn shut his mouth for a measly second or so, thinking of the right way to go about this. He knew whatever came out of his mouth would make it back to Hattie. Girls talked, especially best friends. He had learned that the hard way when him and Skylar had kissed. "I never changed my mind," he finally replied to her in the calmest tone possible. "I never made up my mind to begin with, quite frankly." He never remembered saying that he was head over heels with Hattie. "Hattie is a great friend, but I don't see myself with her. You know how I am, and you also know how she is." If he and Hattie dated, it would probably be more problematic than anything. She was so kind. He, on the other hand, was a wrecking ball. He wanted someone who could handle him, but brought him to his next response to her:
"I can give you a list of things I like about you," He still showed no emotion on his face because why should he? She could be walking away any moment now, leaving him here to enjoy this picnic alone, "but what I like most about you is your personality. You don't put up with the things I do, and I appreciate that." Someone had to call him out. He also enjoyed the challenge of getting her on this date because she had wanted to play hard to get.... still does, actually.
"Was it not just yesterday that you got mad at me for threatening a first year? Nice people don't do that," he pointed out. Though, he only did it because he knew it would get her down from her dorm.
He quickly fell silent when she said that. He had expected her to get up the moment he gave her the ultimatum and leave. After blinking a few times and registering that she was, in fact, going to say, he said, "Of course I want you to stay. I spent a good amount of time planning this out for you." He didn't want his sandwich making skills to go to waste.
So maybe Felicity was a little taken aback by the things Flynn said. She tried not to show it on her face, but maybe the way she'd started dragging her fingers through her unkempt mane was giving it away. Suddenly, being the sole focus of his attention, him baring feelings to her whilst being less than a foot away from her was too weird. Far too weird, because suddenly she had knots in her stomach and she was seriously regretting how ugly she definitely looked with her bare face right now. And she felt bad for Harriet, because she hadn't told her what was going on, and her friend really did have feelings for the boy.
The boy that she was on a date with it.
Fifth year was so messed up. "Okay..." Liss swallowed, realising that she'd let Flynn do a whole lot of talking and kind of hadn't given him any response. The problem was that she didn't know what to say: she was completely discombobulated, and a very large part of her wanted to run back to her dorm room and hide under her sheets for at least two weeks.
"I didn't say you were nice," Liss couldn't help but point out. "Only that you're not terrible." Her small smile gave away her joke almost as much as the teasing tone to her voice. And she'd never admit it, but spending this one on one time with him meant she was warming to him. And the fact that he'd done it to get her attention... Well, she was going to pretend that hadn't flattered her.
Her smile, although still small, didn't faltered. "Then I'll stay." Although if this feeling in her stomach didn't go away, there probably wasn't going to be a lot of eating going on.
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Derf briefly caught the Groundskeeper's glance in their direction, but there was no real lingering interaction between the third year and the man as his attention was pulled back to the first year. And rightfully so. The observation of the Hufflepuff being muddy was met with a simply giddy nod of the head because yes, he was indeed muddy. Not as much as he possibly COULD be but still quite muddy. Yes. Derf liked mud and it was a necessary thing at the moment with all of his toad catching. Helped him blend in and appear less menacing.
Wait. Pardon?
"I'm not though?" he replied, confusion clearly written all over his face. Or well, he wasn't YET...but that all changed the moment a certain cephalopod decided to make its presence known. "IT'S BARTHOLOMEW HENRY!" he boyishly squeaaaaaaaaaaaled as he forgot ALL about the toad he had been chasing after. "C'MON! YOU GOTTA MEET HIM!" Was the first year following him? Derf certainly hoped that he was because the third year was about to secret in his pants from excitement.
Ruuuuuuuuuunning over to the gathered group, Derf just happened to hear what the Groundskeeper had to say and GASPED in HORROR at his words - entirely missing that the man was likely joking. "Bartholomew Henry does no such thing! Mum woulda told me!" he said, aghast. "But...if you DO decide to take someone down to the bottom of the lake...can you take me?"
It was kinda sorta on his Hogwarts bucket list to explore the Black Lake, you know?
Also...hi Noelle and other new Ravenclaw boy he was not yet familiar with.
Beau was all the ready to TELL this boy (loudly) that he was MOST CERTAINLY SHOUTING, when.... well, when he actually DID SHOUT and Beau-eye did look in the very direction that the blonde boy was now RUN RUN RUNNING. "WaIIiIiiIIIITTtTTttt forRRRRR mEeeEEeEEEEEEEE!!" He too squealed, getting to his feet and breaking into a big old run after him. His first year feet hit the ground with quick plods and his shoes might have actually fallen off if he hadn't triple knotted his laces that morning.
"BarrRRRFFFF who?!!!! DERRRRF-uhh..." And that was when he propoloperly saw what he was supposed to be meeting.
"WwoOoOOoOOOoooowWWW"
Oh.
MY.
WOW.
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Err, permission?
Bartholomew Henry hadn't really considered that aspect of things. Really there didn't seem to be any harm in a little bit of fishing; well, just so long as Hogwarts students and staff didn't start to deplete one of his food sources. "I can't speak for the merpeople, but I don't see any problem with it." So the boy need not worry about anything.
...
And talk about him DRAGGING students to the bottom of the lake!! Goodness, this was opening a whole other can of worms, wasn't it??? But before Bartholomew Henry could respond to the joke, there was an excited boy rushing over and defending him. Well, wasn't that sweet. "Well, hello there!" Happily he waved one of his tentacles. "And who would your mom be?" Clearly she had gone to Hogwarts, as many of the parents had. "You want me to drag you to the bottom of the lake?" Now that got a laugh. The first time that had ever happened!
"I didn't actually drag anyone down," he reassured the boy who hadn't been sure about fishing in the lake. There was absolutely nothing to fear. "You may certainly do that if you wish." As he spoke, he held one of the tentacles forward. Of course anyone else was welcome to as well if they so wished.
Instead of skidding to a halt with the others there, Beau decided to CATAPULT himself up into the air and wheeeeeEEEEEeeeEeeEeee over into the lake.
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So maybe Felicity was a little taken aback by the things Flynn said. She tried not to show it on her face, but maybe the way she'd started dragging her fingers through her unkempt mane was giving it away. Suddenly, being the sole focus of his attention, him baring feelings to her whilst being less than a foot away from her was too weird. Far too weird, because suddenly she had knots in her stomach and she was seriously regretting how ugly she definitely looked with her bare face right now. And she felt bad for Harriet, because she hadn't told her what was going on, and her friend really did have feelings for the boy.
The boy that she was on a date with it.
Fifth year was so messed up. "Okay..." Liss swallowed, realising that she'd let Flynn do a whole lot of talking and kind of hadn't given him any response. The problem was that she didn't know what to say: she was completely discombobulated, and a very large part of her wanted to run back to her dorm room and hide under her sheets for at least two weeks.
"I didn't say you were nice," Liss couldn't help but point out. "Only that you're not terrible." Her small smile gave away her joke almost as much as the teasing tone to her voice. And she'd never admit it, but spending this one on one time with him meant she was warming to him. And the fact that he'd done it to get her attention... Well, she was going to pretend that hadn't flattered her.
Her smile, although still small, didn't faltered. "Then I'll stay." Although if this feeling in her stomach didn't go away, there probably wasn't going to be a lot of eating going on.
She was going to stay.
She.
Was.
Going.
To.
Stay.
IN YOUR FACE, VIVIAN MAYFIELD FAIRFIELD.
Flynn could care less what was said before those three words because in the end, all that mattered was that she stayed. It meant all the hard-work he put into convincing her to join him on this date paid off. It meant that he was going to be rubbing it all into his Prefect's face that she was wrong to tell him that he should leave Felicity alone.
Lesson of the day: ignore your Prefects, kids.
He took his first bite into his sandwich, smiling as he did so. He was so giddy right now but he was not going to show it. Nope, he was going to play it cool. "I don't think you'll regret staying," he finally replied to her. "You may regret not brushing your teeth though." Because merlin, he could still smell her breath from where he was sitting.
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Instead of skidding to a halt with the others there, Beau decided to CATAPULT himself up into the air and wheeeeeEEEEEeeeEeeEeee over into the lake.
SPLASH.
SQUEAL.
GIGGLE.
Oh.
Well, hello little one.
Bartholomew Henry smiled as he saw another boy run over to join the fun... but it didn't stop there. No, instead of staying by the shore with the others, he had decided to CATAPULT into the air and land into the lake.
The immediate reaction was one of concern, but the boy seemed to be perfectly aright and splashing in the water. "Well, hello there. And what might your name be?"
Flynn could care less what was said before those three words because in the end, all that mattered was that she stayed. It meant all the hard-work he put into convincing her to join him on this date paid off. It meant that he was going to be rubbing it all into his Prefect's face that she was wrong to tell him that he should leave Felicity alone.
Lesson of the day: ignore your Prefects, kids.
He took his first bite into his sandwich, smiling as he did so. He was so giddy right now but he was not going to show it. Nope, he was going to play it cool. "I don't think you'll regret staying," he finally replied to her. "You may regret not brushing your teeth though." Because merlin, he could still smell her breath from where he was sitting.
Maybe Felicity was going to regret agreeing to stay, because Flynn was still being rude. She toyed with the edge of the sandwich, breaking some off to put in her mouth, rolling her eyes as she chewed. If he made one more comment like that, she was going to get up and leave, and take the food with her.
She deserved that, at least, for putting up with him. As for her breath - tough luck, Flynny. She had mints in her back pocket, but there was no way she was going to eat one now.
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Vi lowered her camera. Pretty? He thought her name was pretty. "Pretty?" she repeated, blushing ever so slightly. She had always been horrible with compliments. However, now she had a different thought in her mind which made her smirk.
She smirked, wondering what else he thought pretty but decided not to press further. "Yes, the mystery is unravelled," she teased before listening to him speak. Nigel? What a unique name. It suited the boy somehow, she thought. Very well. She didn't know him but... She smiled as the kid rambled on and then mentioned her to forget what he had said. What a cutie. That was adorable. "No, it's okay, Nigel," she said with a smile. "Though Nigel is a lovely name." Lovely and nice and memorable. She'd remember his name for a while.
"I'm a sixth year," she said. "And yourself?" She wondered what year he was in. Third or perhaps fourth year? He did seem younger than her. Glancing at her camera, she then looked up to nod at Nigel. "I was taking photos. The sun's rays is jus perfect for taking photos. The light itself is beautiful at this time of day." She said as she began looking through the viewfinder. "Here. Smile." Vi pointed the camera towards Nigel and then...
Click.
Did she...blushed? Nigel made her blush? He could tell because of her skin tone even if it was a little bit but that was kind of an accomplishment to him, for some strange reason.
Sorry about the rambling. It tends to happen when he was nervous or just because he wanted to talk nonsense. "Thanks" he said when Olivia mentioned his name was "lovely". Lovely wasn't a masculine word but whatever. Ohh so she was a sixth year and he was a third year...hmm...not good. Definitely NOT GOOD. But you know what they say: age is just a number. KIDDING. Or maybe not.
"I'm a..." should he say he was a bit older than he actually was? Like maybe fourth year? Or perhaps...fifth year? "I'm a th-fourth year" Fifth year no way she was going to buy it. Fourth year? Maybe.
He barely had time to smile properly so basically there was a lame photo of him. Not because of Olivia's fault nonononooo but because he wasn't fast enough. "My smile was awkward" she was going to laugh afterwards when looking at them "My brother takes photos too. Can I see yours?"
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Did she...blushed? Nigel made her blush? He could tell because of her skin tone even if it was a little bit but that was kind of an accomplishment to him, for some strange reason.
Sorry about the rambling. It tends to happen when he was nervous or just because he wanted to talk nonsense. "Thanks" he said when Olivia mentioned his name was "lovely". Lovely wasn't a masculine word but whatever. Ohh so she was a sixth year and he was a third year...hmm...not good. Definitely NOT GOOD. But you know what they say: age is just a number. KIDDING. Or maybe not.
"I'm a..." should he say he was a bit older than he actually was? Like maybe fourth year? Or perhaps...fifth year? "I'm a th-fourth year" Fifth year no way she was going to buy it. Fourth year? Maybe.
He barely had time to smile properly so basically there was a lame photo of him. Not because of Olivia's fault nonononooo but because he wasn't fast enough. "My smile was awkward" she was going to laugh afterwards when looking at them "My brother takes photos too. Can I see yours?"
Vi smiled at him.
So this kid was a fourth year? She paused for a moment and then wondered why he paused a little to her question about what year he was. Huh. Th-fourth year? Maybe he just forgot what his year was. “I thought you were going to say fifth year,” she said with a playful wink. Okay so he totally wasn’t a fifth year because THAT would have been a big leap but a fourth year was passable.
Awkward? She shook her head. “No, I don’t think your smile is awkward.” His smile wasn’t awkward at all. It was actually nice. She lowered her camera from her face so that she could show him some photos from the viewfinder. “Sure! Here’s the photo of you and then here’s some of the light hitting the leaves…. Then some shots around the castle and some of my friends,” she explained.
So this kid was a fourth year? She paused for a moment and then wondered why he paused a little to her question about what year he was. Huh. Th-fourth year? Maybe he just forgot what his year was. “I thought you were going to say fifth year,” she said with a playful wink. Okay so he totally wasn’t a fifth year because THAT would have been a big leap but a fourth year was passable.
Awkward? She shook her head. “No, I don’t think your smile is awkward.” His smile wasn’t awkward at all. It was actually nice. She lowered her camera from her face so that she could show him some photos from the viewfinder. “Sure! Here’s the photo of you and then here’s some of the light hitting the leaves…. Then some shots around the castle and some of my friends,” she explained.
"Fifth year?" said with a snort "Do I look that older?" Or mature? Cough. In that case he should have gone with that but fourth year was more reasonable, though he knew he had just lied....BUT it was for the greater good.
His smile wasn't awkward? Please. And he got a chance to see his photo which actually was...not that bad. "Maybe your camera does miracles" because he knew he was awkward, pretty awkward especially when taking pictures of him. "Those are great shots" Nigel smiled at Olivia "I should borrow my brother's camera and..." he could feel it, he was nervous "And...and we could take pictures together" he paused for a second "I mean, not pictures of us together but of things but us taking the pictures...together" facepalm. He wished he could glue his lips together to avoid this moments.
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"Fifth year?" said with a snort "Do I look that older?" Or mature? Cough. In that case he should have gone with that but fourth year was more reasonable, though he knew he had just lied....BUT it was for the greater good.
His smile wasn't awkward? Please. And he got a chance to see his photo which actually was...not that bad. "Maybe your camera does miracles" because he knew he was awkward, pretty awkward especially when taking pictures of him. "Those are great shots" Nigel smiled at Olivia "I should borrow my brother's camera and..." he could feel it, he was nervous "And...and we could take pictures together" he paused for a second "I mean, not pictures of us together but of things but us taking the pictures...together" facepalm. He wished he could glue his lips together to avoid this moments.
She raised an eyebrow, noting the boy's snort."Not older... Just how you hold yourself," she explained. Despite being awkward... he seemed kind of sure of himself. Some kind of quiet confidence... However, most boys were awkward from the age of thirteen onwards way up until sixteen (or even twenty three for her brother).
"I have a good model." She was hoping to inspire a little more confidence in this one. A little self-confidence. Vi chuckled at his suggestion about taking photos together. She had gotten what he had meant but the way he had said it had just been so adorable. Now wasn't he sweet... well awkwardly sweet around her. It reminded her of how she had acted around Tenacius for a while.... Erm. A thought crossed her mind. No. No. Impossible. She brushed the thought away. The boy couldn't fancy her... He didn't even KNOW her. "No worries. I know what you mean. So kind of like photography.... friends?" she suggested.
Kitty felt especially nostalgic as she clicked the button on the camera to take a picture of the lake. She'd taken pictures of it many times before, but this time felt very different. In just a matter of weeks the term would be over and she wouldn't be returning next term. She'd be going on to get a job or become an activist or to a university, but not to her home of Hogwarts.
Now she was assembling her final personal yearbook. After having taken the picture of the lake, she turned around and began snapping pictures of everyone and everything in the area. If someone asked to not be included she would abide by that person's wishes, but she hoped no one would.
In a little while she would be starting her final prefect patrol for the day.
"You best be catchin' me good side," Sam said, dropping down easily from a nearby tree she'd been perching in. She'd been sketching a slightly different angle of the same scene, her pencil now tucked behind her ear, and sketchpad under her arm. She wasn't great at landscapes, but it was a lovely day for it, the first hints of spring starting to peep through. And the crooked grin on her face would suggest that no, she wasn't upset by it.
"New hobby?" She seemed to recall seeing the Head Girl a few times recently with a camera, but she might have been mistaken.
"You best be catchin' me good side," Sam said, dropping down easily from a nearby tree she'd been perching in. She'd been sketching a slightly different angle of the same scene, her pencil now tucked behind her ear, and sketchpad under her arm. She wasn't great at landscapes, but it was a lovely day for it, the first hints of spring starting to peep through. And the crooked grin on her face would suggest that no, she wasn't upset by it.
"New hobby?" She seemed to recall seeing the Head Girl a few times recently with a camera, but she might have been mistaken.
Kitty turned to watch as Sam dropped down from her tree with her sketchbook. The head girl took our her camera and showed her picture of her. "I think it's good. I like your sketch, by the way." She glanced at the picture Sam had been sketching.
"I've been interested in photography ever since my second year here," she admitted, remembering fondly all the times her camera had come in useful. " Ursula Black was our Divination teacher, and I brought it to class to take pictures if she tried attacking any of us." Her plan had gone terribly but ever since then she carried the camera around. "It's still weird to imagine she got to be a teacher here. But stranger things have happened I suppose."