[Lake] "...learn until our brains all rot"

[Brooke Kennedy]

It was a Saturday and for some reason Brooke was actually doing some Homework. The truth was, it was out of sheer Boredom. Her little sister Ali was cramming revision in and barely had time to eat let alone hang out, Bryn was off somewhere with women surrounding him as per usual (god damn the amazing Kennedy genepool) and she had already handwritten and sent letters back home for her parents and siblings. It was while she was sat on the back of the Gryffindor Common Room sofa, watching Bryn and a flock of girls surrounding him that her brain led her to thinking about moths to a flame and somehow she remembered about her Herbology Gillyweed research Homework that was due. Another five minutes passed and she raised her eyebrow as her Brother caught her eye, simply rolling her eyes back at him, he shrugged and gave her an apologetic look. She jumped off the sofa and headed out the common room, flicking her wand at the gaggle of girls and whispered 'Avis', fat black birds, like crows, grew from her wand tip and sped towards the girls one by one, causing them to jump up and scream, feathers began surrounding them, floating to the floor gently. Brooke gave a small laugh and closed the door, heading for the lake.

She stood there, her posture sunken slightly with her hands full of vital equipment needed for this rather repulsing task in hand. Brooke stared at the murky surface of the water and let out a big sigh and her head convulsed, snapping up and making her pay attention. She frowned to herself before turning around to see if anybody was concentrating on her and distinguishing her from the crowd. Content nobody was spying on her, she turned back to the water and huffed in annoyance as she pulled up her jeans legs, rolling them up to her knees. Sitting down on the grass, she pulled her sneakers and socks off, throwing them to the side before dipping her foot into the freezing lake. She pulled her foot back out so fast she almost lost her balance and fell backwards straight onto her butt with a thud. She gritted her teeth and moaned 'Ow' before giving another sigh and pulling herself up, rubbing her now sore backside.

"Bloody stupid Herbology, I could catch Pneumonia out here, or worse...Creepy Crawlies could get in my hair" she mumbled under her breath as she fought through the bitter aching now lapping at her ankles as she waded into the black water's edge, her toes squishing into the lake bed. She cringed as it became squishier.
"So disgusting" she added, her Welsh dialect suddenly becoming thick.

She had been searching for a while, her hair was now in disarray and she was into the water almost half way up her thighs, the wetness seeping into her jeans material, creating darker patches on her thighs as it soaked into them like a sponge. She huffed a strand of her hair that was continuing to flop over her eyes and into her face every few seconds, and with the back of her hand she mopped at her forehead. Looking up she saw a face and stared at it for a second before smirking.
"Yeah, Yeah...I know. Gillyweed searching is so glamorous"

[Harja Hopkiss]

Her Bruno, her broski, had thought it funny to tie a 'collar' of sorts around his little yeti-monkey, a choker made of red velvet with tiny bells that jingled deafeningly wherever she went. They had been at the top of the stairs in the dorm before she, half-crazed at the incessant ringing, tackled and hit him square in the stomach and they landed in a flailing pile at the bottom of the steps (him laughing hysterically at her angry noises as she attempted to bop him with her tiny paws.) Ah, friendship, how they owed thee. After nearly gnawing his ear off he finally removed it and she stretched out into human form, gracefully sticking her tongue out at him. "Try that again and I'll lie on your face as you sleep." Suffocate him with her fluffy fur, that'll show him. "You'll cough out furballs for a week." Be a hit with all the ladies then, wouldn't he? Theres nothing like making out with a hairy mouth.

The thought itself had her laughing as she rolled off of him, looking up just in time to see a kamikaze flock of crows banzai-ing it at a gaggle of Bryn fangirls before they ran shrieking from the room. Angling her head questioningly to one side before glancing at Bruno--who in turn simply grinned and shook his head--Harja shrugged, dusting off her jeans before helping him up. He had to go and fine-tune an essay or two anyway, so for the rest of the afternoon she'd be off on her own. Sliding her attention to the caster of the spell now, none other than his protective sister Brooke, Harja scrunched her face up in thought while wondering what had riled the girl's feathers. She dismissed it as simple exasperation--fangirls never learned, and she was sure Brooke had been witness to countless mobs. Her brother did seem to be popular with the ladies, funny Harja hadn't joined in the nattering, squawking hoards of women though. She chalked it up to, well, annoyance: did the girls have no pride? Oh well.

After glancing briefly at her fellow Gryffindor's notebook Harja noticed she had the same assignment, one that while interesting would prove soakingly, shatteringly cold. It wasn't the warmest time of the year of course, and yet the Herbology professor expected them to hike up their pants and dive on in? By the looks of Brooke once Harja appeared, she wasn't having that fun of a time either, hair shlopped about and legs caked with mud. "Careful, you might accidentally seduce the mermen, I hear its mating season." Brooke was familiar enough a housemate for Harja to feel comfortable around, as she replied back humorously. "I need to find some too, mind if I add to that glamor of yours? I promise I wont out-lake-gunk you."