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WHO: Cynthia Camilla, Open
LOCATION: The lake
WEEK: 67
TIME: Midday Saturday
WHAT: Cynthia's doing a little environmental cleanup by the lake. Curious onlookers should feel free to stop by and ask what's going on
RATING: PG for underwater hijinks and a professor in a wet suit.
At long last the long stretch of dreary weather had finally broken, and for the first time in too long the sun shown its rays on Hogwarts. After the long night of horror and loss the school had suffered, such a respite was sorely needed, and even better allowed the students to indulge in their school's favorite pastime.
Despite the sun's warmth, however, it was still a brisk autumn day, and while such a day was perfect for many activities, swimming probably was not one of them. Yet that seasonal reality had apparently done nothing to dissuade Professor Camilla, who a passersby would see surface from under the water wearing a wetsuit and goggles, seemingly unperturbed by the chilly water. Paddling to the shore, she pulled herself halfway out of the water only long enough to select what looked like an overly large chisel, before sliding back in.
LOCATION: The lake
WEEK: 67
TIME: Midday Saturday
WHAT: Cynthia's doing a little environmental cleanup by the lake. Curious onlookers should feel free to stop by and ask what's going on
RATING: PG for underwater hijinks and a professor in a wet suit.
At long last the long stretch of dreary weather had finally broken, and for the first time in too long the sun shown its rays on Hogwarts. After the long night of horror and loss the school had suffered, such a respite was sorely needed, and even better allowed the students to indulge in their school's favorite pastime.
Despite the sun's warmth, however, it was still a brisk autumn day, and while such a day was perfect for many activities, swimming probably was not one of them. Yet that seasonal reality had apparently done nothing to dissuade Professor Camilla, who a passersby would see surface from under the water wearing a wetsuit and goggles, seemingly unperturbed by the chilly water. Paddling to the shore, she pulled herself halfway out of the water only long enough to select what looked like an overly large chisel, before sliding back in.