It was just after sunrise, and Zhenya made her way down to the Black Lake. She had worn her wellington boots and wasn't in her robes yet. She was just wearing some shorts and a warm cardigan. It was a bit chilly, well very, but she was used to the freezing cold from Russian winters. It was a nice way to WAKE UP. She had, under her hand, a ruler, a flag and a marker, as well as a muggle pencil and some parchment. Sometimes the muggle writing devices were easier to use than a quill and ink, and she didn't have a self-inking quill. Yet.

She walked to where start of the tide was, walking over the still damp sand as she approached the end. She put the flag into the sand, making sure it was in there firmly. Check. Before she left, she undid the lid of the marker she had brought down with her and wrote Zhenya Burton on the flag. That was her flag. She wasn't sure what to write in her log, but she did a quick entry anyway.



She decided that was all she could do for now. She couldn't think of anything to measure, so she packed up and left.