Lakeside (Anyone)

[bellatrixlestrange]

Faith sat, staring out across the lake. It was a slightly chilly day but she had needed to come outside to clear her head.

In her hands was a roll of parchment, blank except for doodles of broomsticks and flowers and a quill, which she was sucking on the end of absent-mindedly.

There was a heavy breeze, rustling through the trees at the edge of the edge of the forest. A particularly strong gust blew over from Faith’s left, blowing her hair into her eyes and sending her un-cared for parchment flying through the air. It landed in the shallows of the lake. The ink immediately spread. Faith sighed and clicked her tongue and got up to retrieve it.

Casting her shoes towards the lakeside, and hitching up her robes she waded in to retrieve her essay, murmuring under her breath until she heard movement on the pebbles behind her…<br>

[dana]

Dana let the cold wind mess up her short hair, as she walked around the Hogwarts grounds. She stopped for a moment when she saw a girl – a year or two younger than her, perhaps – sitting alone near the lakeside. Something about her had caught Dana’s attention.

Dana watched as the parchment she had flew away near the lake and acting on an impulse, Dana walked to the girl.
“I know a spell to dry the parchment off, if you want, so whatever was on it won’t get lost,” Dana spoke calmly, pushing her hands deep into the pockets of her cloak as a harsh gust of wind caught onto her long scarf and blew he hair around her face, ”And the water is quite cold this time of year, so I wouldn’t suggest going to a swim either, right now. Especially with your clothes.”<br>
Dana let one corner of her mouth to turn into a mischievous grin: “On second thought – you are a witch. Why don’t you just use ‘accio’?”<br>

[bellatrixlestrange]

Faith went slightly red but grinned all the same. She took out her wand and murmured the spell. The parchment zoomed towards her, but hit her on the leg and fell into the water again. Faith srewed up her face

Trust her to mess up infront of a fifth year!

"Didn't think," She said, as she turned back towards the shoreline, "I guess we third years have a lot to learn hey?"

She laughed, hoping desperatley the stranger would share her joke and clambered up onto the pebbles, then surveyed her peice of parchment. The words were illedgible.

"Little help?" Faith asked, holding out her parchment.

[Squall]

Dean Thomas was walking away from the quidditch field after a tumulous practice. He was in high spirits and walked around with his Firebolt on his shoulder. He knew they would win. He grinned and walked around the lake. He looked at the lake and saw a tentacle raise above the water. Deciding that he should stay away from the Giant Squid. He then reached a part of the lke where he sa two girls he did'nt know. He thought that he might as well meet then so he walked over to them and said " Hi I'm Dean Thomas and you two area?"

[dana]

Dana smiled friendlily as the younger girl seemed to blush a bit and used her wand to get the parchment.
“Don’t worry – happens to the best of us! Do you really think I knew everything about spells? Kind of wish I did though,” Dana answered with a grin, winking at the other girl, as she pulled out her wand and muttered the drying spell she had learned.

Dana muttered the spell and watched as the parchment dried immediately, with the ink returning to it’s previous state, showing some writing and some brooms, “Not bad, you know? The drawing. Completely brooms to my eye – although I don’t really know much about flying nor quidditch.”<br>
Dana whirled around and smiled at the Gryffindor boy who had just joined them. “Hi, Dean, how was practice?” Dana asked with a smile pointing towards the broom with a smile, “I’m Dana. Dana Coran.”<br>Dana glanced up as the wind stopped pulling on her jean-skirt, that ended a little above her knees, being a little longer than her cloak, before turning her eyes back to the other two and smiling: “We actually just met, so I can’t introduce though.”<br>

[bellatrixlestrange]

“I’m Faith Oraco,” Faith said, doing the introducing herself. She slipped her shoes onto her feet again and took her quill from among the stones. The wind was picking up again, her blonde hair was caught in the breeze and, with her luck, her quill would go the same way. She turned back to the other two.

“You’re Dean Thomas aren’t you?” Faith asked the boy, “I think I’ve seen you in the Common Room. I’m in Gryffindor too, but I’m only third year. As Dana can probably tell by now.”<br>
She grinned.

“Thanks for clearing my essay up by the way,” She smiled at Dana, “Though there wasn’t really much to save. I doubt Professor Snape’s going to be pleased to get an essay covered in broomsticks...”<br>

[dana]

“Snape? Uh,” Dana grinned sympathetically at Faith stepping closer to eyes the parchment, “And Gryffindor as well – Snape’s least favorite house.” Dana shook her head with a smirk and stepping closer placed a hand on Faith’s shoulder: “Well, I hope he won’t slaughter you. If he does, don’t forget that it was nice talking with you.”<br>
Dana shook her head and smiled widely: “But then again – you’d go down in history with this! I mean – a Hogwarts professor has killed a student in about 300 years – you’d break that record! They’d have to rewrite Hogwarts: A History! All thanks to you.”<br>
Dana winked wickedly and let a giggle escape her, hoping Faith didn’t mind her mock-seriousness: ”Ah, but maybe it would be best if you didn’t try that record-attempt. At least not yet.”<br>
“I’m Ravenclaw by the way,” Dana added with a smile, as she brushed her short hair out of her eyes. It was short enough – only reaching her high cheek-bones in front – so she couldn’t really pull it into a pony-tail and it was easy to care for them. But they were long enough to get in the way and fly into her eyes with wind.