Post by Edward Niven on Jun 21, 2008 6:14:59 GMT
A streak of sunlight wedged through the numerous clouds dotting the sky making Edward squint uneasily as he pulled off his shoes. Leaning an arm on a glassy rock for balance, he then pulled off each of his socks and tossed them to the side.
His face was grim as he rolled up his sleeves to his knitted green jumper and cautiously made his way to the shore of the lake. Seaweed twisted merrily beneath the waves while rocks jabbed at the soles of his feet, and Edward suppressed a shiver when the cold water swept over his toes.
He had foiled his latest potion assignment and it had, regrettably, used up the last of his Duckweed supply. Of course, seeing as how the next Hogsmeade weekend was so extremely far away, he had resigned to fishing for his own from the Lake. They weren't too hard to find, only rare because the vast number of creatures that ate them.
Reaching down into the water with his pale fingers, Edward cringed a bit at the nasty squelch of mud that followed. He found himself, quite readily, cursing potions for perhaps the first time in his life.
It wasn't long before his hair was streaked with dirt, the fault of his annoying habit to rumple his fingers through it, and his knees were also deeply embedded into the weedy mess. He deeply hoped no one would see him as he had made particular efforts to pick an isolated part of the lake. Digging for duckweed in piles of filth wasn't exactly something he wanted to be remembered for. [/color]
His face was grim as he rolled up his sleeves to his knitted green jumper and cautiously made his way to the shore of the lake. Seaweed twisted merrily beneath the waves while rocks jabbed at the soles of his feet, and Edward suppressed a shiver when the cold water swept over his toes.
He had foiled his latest potion assignment and it had, regrettably, used up the last of his Duckweed supply. Of course, seeing as how the next Hogsmeade weekend was so extremely far away, he had resigned to fishing for his own from the Lake. They weren't too hard to find, only rare because the vast number of creatures that ate them.
Reaching down into the water with his pale fingers, Edward cringed a bit at the nasty squelch of mud that followed. He found himself, quite readily, cursing potions for perhaps the first time in his life.
It wasn't long before his hair was streaked with dirt, the fault of his annoying habit to rumple his fingers through it, and his knees were also deeply embedded into the weedy mess. He deeply hoped no one would see him as he had made particular efforts to pick an isolated part of the lake. Digging for duckweed in piles of filth wasn't exactly something he wanted to be remembered for. [/color]
