A howl rises up out of the talking, laughing, flirting crowd -- a low-pitched but loud howl, primal. Not rage or sorrow; it sounds vaguely like wolves on the hunt. Pleased. Almost a call to arms
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*Bernard runs after Sirius, chuccing the last of his beer along the way. Fittingly, he does a running cannonball into the water. Black shoes, socks, shirt, jeans, underwear, and Donald Duck sunglasses all fly to shore.*
*Fleur makes her way across the shore to the lake again. Without concentraction, she steps onto the water again. With a snap of her fingers, she is nude.*
Kassandra kicks, surfaces and ducks from the weight of wet linen. She takes off the arm-ring and the gold circlet and flings them far into the lake; she leaves the necklace. She sculls a few times, swimming out farther than most of the revelers, until she can no longer feel the eelgrass around her feet, and waits for Sirius.
Sirius is after her in a flash, twisting through the water but never quite reaching her; he's got breath and height on her, but she was raised in the water, it seems. He can barely reach out and try to catch her ankle, and all the while thinking It can be, I can be, we are....
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I do not "howl". You have been speaking to Sirius too much.
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*splashes arouns a bit* You should try being in the water. It's nice.
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O, great sea...
Oh, this is nice.
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I will go down to the sea again,
To the lonely sea and sky...
*laughs*
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was oh, you
you've come and I
was longing for you...
::she blushes, and looks down at her own body in the water::
This can't be me. You can't be real. We're here.
::kisses him, ducks out of his arms and dives, to see if he will catch her::
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PUT ME DOWN YOU BIG OAF!
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NO NO DON'T DROP ME! DONT DROP ME!
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