A good few hours had passed since she had chosen a spot to relax by the black lake. The weather wasn’t especially cold today, although Remy still wore layers upon layers to keep herself snug, which was possibly due to coming down with a common cold or something. Just a clear sniffle for now. She had been working on something artsy for the past few days, along with the snore fest of homework, which she had brought with her but just wasn’t feeling it. Wasn’t feeling herself.

The Gryffindor sat close to the edge of the lake, although making sure her shoes were JUST out of its reach. Didn’t want one of those magical beasts pulling her in. Remy’s favourite pass time at the moment seemed to be throwing/kicking stones around, more recently she started to imagine the stones were bludgers and she was the STAR beater. The stones that she had thrown plopped into a shallow part of the lake since she didn’t want to throw too hard.

She was keeping a watchful eye out for the Giant Squid, making sure not to thwack it on the head.

Imagine. Imminent death.