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[necessary_child]

Sam is sitting on the jetty in the late-evening glow, leaning back on one hand and eating a pink-and-white ice cream with the other. (Raspberries and cream, for the record. He approves.) He's swinging bare feet a little, periodically letting them dabble in the water

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[puckishly]

Dun dun dun.

Dun dun dun.

There's a shadow moving beneath the surface of the lake.

Dun dun dun.

It is intrigued by Sam's toes.

Dundundundundundundun--

OM NOM NOM.

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, tickled, and kicks instinctively.

[puckishly]

"Mmphnorrrg--"

SPLASH.

That, apparently, is the sound of a thwarted seal being kicked in the face.

[necessary_child]

...Huh.

Definitely not the squid, then, although he hadn't really thought it was.

There is a pause, before Sam's feet are withdrawn and shifts position, peering with eyes a little sharper than a human's into the water. (The ice cream, for the record, has been left floating safely in the air. Wasted ice cream would be a sad, sad thing.)

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[born_running]

Luke is attempting to play fetch with Holli the Whatsit a short ways away. It isn't going well, largely because Holli is failing to grasp the key concept of 'fetch', not 'eat'.

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[not_lupine]

Nearby, a Remus in Gryffindor robes is seated under a tree, perusing a lovely dust-covered volume on the subject of turnips in magical maladies. It's every bit as boring as it sounds.

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[hoorayfor_me]

Freya, on the other hand, is strolling around the lake. Her gaze keeps slipping towards Remus. Whenever it does, she gets a look of disbelief. Apparently, she finds his choice of reading a little far-fetched.

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[squeakyhinges]

Cardea is, of course, eyeing Freya. Occasionally, it's thoughtful, but the rest of the time it's contemplative in the incorrigable manner we have come to expect from her.

[ecrivez_moivite]

The sound of boots on the jetty herald the arrival of the pilot, who takes a seat next to Sam as he watches another bunny dissolve in the distance.

"... It is you who's doing that, isn't it?"

[necessary_child]

Sam looks up - Antoine is a tall bastard - and grins in a way that should fool nobody.

"It might be," he admits, and licks his ice cream. "Hello, Antoine."

[ecrivez_moivite]

Six feet and two inches is pretty tall, yes.

"You think they deserve it?" he asks, tucking one knee up to his chest.

A beat, and, with a grin: "Hello, Sam."

[necessary_child]

Especially when the person you're talking to is five foot nine if he's lucky.

"Probably not," Sam says, with nary a flicker of repentence. "But they're multitudinous, and annoying."

A pause, as he navigates a tricky bit of half-melting ice cream, and a quirky look. "You think my reputation will suffer?"