Padril leaned against the base of a tree, the Lake stretching out before him, shining brightly as it reflected the afternoon sun. In all honesty, he should have been inside studying, but the Ravenclaw Quidditch team was practicing this morning and, well...we all have our vices. Besides, it was a beautiful Sunday, and Padril wanted to have a moment to himself to bask in love and light. His navy blue polo jumper he had worn in the brisk morning was now folded neatly over a branch. He had placed his shoes and socks underneath the same branch, his pants rolled up so he could dip his feet in the cool water. A sudden, uncharacteristic urge came over him. After glancing around to make sure no one was watching, then spotting a group of students on the otherside of the Lake, and then realizing he didn't care anyway, Padril discarded his shirt and pants with his shoes. Clad in only his bright blue boxer-briefs, the Hufflepuff jumped into the Lake, letting the cool water rush over him.
He held his breath and dived, swimming down. He thought about his feelings the best in these few moments while he had breath left. The Ravenclaw Quidditch player was called Damian Kerr. A slim, brown haired boy with the most gorgeous smile. His teeth were white, his skin was smooth, he was toned, and he was smart. Just when Padril thought he couldn't get any more perfect, the first time he had met Damian (long after the crush had begun), had been when he accidentally stepped into him while daydreaming. Damian had looked him up and down, gave him one of his enchanting smiles, apologised, then asked about his day. In an Irish accent. Padril had been too in love to say anything, so he just smiled and walked away. Meanwhile, the Hufflepuff had melted into a pile of rainbows.
Damian was probably straight. Padril didn't fool himself into thinking they would be together. He had long ago become resigned to having these occasional crushes on straight boys. He would cherish them, and then move on. But for now, it was all so perfect. He had practiced well today on the Pitch, as far as Padril could gather. He didn't care for the sport, but he had picked up on some of it since he started watching Damian play. He let out a mental sigh. Now his lungs felt like they were on fire. Padril twisted, turning upwards, clawing desperately for the surface. He broke it, sucking in the air in big gulps, feeling deliciously alive.
It took him a few moments to notice the girl on the shoreline, standing by his clothes. He blushed. "Can I help you?" he asked, suddenly becoming self-conscious.