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Her choice of words wasn't lost and he chuckled into his goblet before finishing his drink. He looked back at Ace, Noelle, Kettleburn and the rest and considered the possibilities. He could stay there chatting with Aslan about Professor Marchand's potential troubles as their head of the house. Or he could go into the pool and leave the focusing on more importantthings part for tomorrow.
The term had barely even started, anyway.
So, pool time for him it was.
Alternatively, he could also go into the pool and take Aslan's with him. She had, after all, being kind enough to pick up his shoe.
Levi looked at her mane of her, his shoe in her hand and her current attire. He stood up, stretched, tugged on the hems of his shirt for a second before removing it. "I might. Maybe." The shirt was discarded over to his previously occupied chair along with his other flip flop. He wiggled his toes. "Actually, I am, obviously." Naked chest and all.
..."Are you against the idea of going in?" His grin was wide enough to offer his dimples for show. "Or would you prefer to stand there with my flip flop? They're acceptable good company, don't get me wrong, but--" He shrugged, perfectly innocent. "We can do better than that."
Yes, she supposed Levi Kenning was aesthetically pleasing. His features were symmetrical and pleasant and the broadness of his dark shoulders was... notable moreso when he took off his shirt, however, Aslan was not the kind to let something like physical attraction slink in and dizzy her already-generally-busy mind, however, there was nothing unsettling about casually observing the Gryffindor's form. Casually, she allowed her eyes to flicker for the briefest moment to his shirtless-chest. "Yes, obviously." Aslan said in agreement, head tilting to right.
Against the idea? No, she swam often. In private and in public and although the urge was there to dip in, she was also more than eager to slip into her fourposter. She paused, considering the shortest route to answering Levi's question and in that brief bit of time two things happened which caught and kept her attention.
1. Professor Manchard had dejectedly swept away from the festivities and was stooped low over a smoothie with his back to the student body (a dangerous and misguided stance in Aslan's opinion).
And 2.
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Anum Izzy was milling around the crowd, keeping her head low and observing. The small amounts of mischief were fun to watch but he was still itching to do something more... diabolical. Her eyes roved over the sixth year boy and the seventh year girl, having seen them around the common room on enough occasions to know who they are but not quite know them personally. Her lips curved into a smile as she considered the possibilities. The girl, Aslan or whatever her name was, clearly wasn't dressed for a pool party. Izzy decided she should at least be scolded for that, and she had the perfect way to do it.
So she made her way to the girl, drink in her hand. She stopped behind the girl, the pool near them both, her eyes twinkling from excitement but her face clean of emotion. As swiftly as she could, Izzy set her drink down on a table, pushed Aslan with both hands and tipped her over the edge and into the pool.
Aslan Evans was not graceful. You could have asked anyone and they would have told you that while intimidating and clumsy did not often go together in the case of this Romany witch they did just so. The push was all it took, with Levi's flipflop still in hand and a sharp gasp Aslan fell head first into the Gryffindor pool. For a moment there was only grey as the sounds of the party were muffled by the water and her eyes blinked furiously, trying to become used to this new and sudden environment. Her hair was everywhere, a floating brown cloud amidst the clear pool water and the flip flop? Sunk to the bottom.
She kicked up, or tried t, it wasn't easy with her boots and clothes still on. Aslan tugged at her robes the sleeves sticking-
Frustrated beyond frustrated, Aslan tore at her sleeves until they too sunk to the bottom leaving her only in the whit dress shirt and gryffindor skirt she had worn beneath. With a huff and a heave she breached the surface, looking and feeling- every bit like a half-drowned cat.
her dark eyes glared.
who did that.