Apr 21, 2006 12:18
It was early morning, and Lupin was shivering on the shores of Hogwarts Lake. Somewhere out there in the murky water, the grindylow were going through their spring hatching. There were important observations to be made: did the grindylow raise their young like mammals, or abandon them like some reptiles? What did baby grindylow eat? Which parent (if any) took care of them? Were grindylow prone to cannibalism of their young like many species? He was going to find out.
He was wearing a pair of very old swimming trunks, unused since his previous grindylow study fifteen years ago, and a threadbare, oversized T-shirt that had once belonged to Sirius - both a disguise for his scars and a sort of good luck talisman. He had with him his wand, two pads of paper charmed to stay dry underwater, and a camera and a stopwatch which were similarly charmed. He felt like the Muggle explorer Jacques Cousteau, and kept half-expecting a French voiceover to start describing his mission.
He wrapped his arms around himself to stay warm, and waited for Maturin to arrive. He wasn't sure if Nemo had been turned back into a fish yet or not, but hopefully he had been restored to his natural form and would be along as well. This was going to be an interesting adventure.
remus lupin,
nemo,
rp,
stephen maturin