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RachieRu 
The lake was Harriet's favourite place to be. She loved the pretty water, and the views, and it was fine. She adored it. It was her favorite place to be, and to paint. She was excited to be able to be there again. It was literally the first place that she had been to following the feast, and after she'd been to sleep. She'd brought some of her paint supplies with her, ready to do a quick painting. It had been so long since she'd done one down here. She was excited. She smiled as she headed down there. She was happy to be at Hogwarts, even if she was really missing her boyfriend. It would be okay. She'd see him in a few weeks in Hogsmeade. She could survive a few weeks.
Upon getting to the lake, she sat herself down near one of the trees, and set her easel up. She leant back against the tree and smiled. hmm. Now to decide what to do now, what exactly she wanted to paint. This could take a bit of time.
Skipping rocks had quickly become a Felicity thing. After Flynn had left her for home, she'd spent a lot of time at the beach, closer to the water than she would even think about going with him, and a lot of time alone had turned into some strange habits, including skipping rocks. Already bundled in a scarf - she still didn't like the September air - the sixth year stood at the edge of the lake and threw stone after stone into the water.
Trying to beat eight. Her own personal best. Which was apparently impressive, but the thought of that statement merely caused her to roll her eyes. After time, she pulled her scarf from around her neck, and was about to pick up another stone when movement caught her eye.
Movement of a familiar person. With a small smile, she sidled closer to Harriet. "Can I watch?" And admire? And be in general awe of her friends talent?