Vivianna was swimming. She adored water. When it came down to it, swimming was certainly on her list of favorite things to do. It could be relaxing, or a workout, a distraction, or something to help her think. Really, submerging herself in water was basically something that Vivianna considered an enjoyable multi-purpose activity.
The teenager had been swimming for about a hour, and her arms were definitely starting to get tired. The witch refused to stop, berating herself instead. The redhead had always prided herself in being muscularly stronger than most females she knew. She was toned, and liked it that way. Judging by how tired she was, the fifth year was weaker than she'd been last summer. Vivianna promised herself that she'd climb or swim every day over the holidays in order to gain her strength back.
Telling herself that she could stop as soon as she reached a certain tree that the Slytherin often used as a marker, the tired witch swam on. She was about half way to the tree, when something flew through the air and landed uncomfortably close to her head. Eyes watching as the stone sunk towards the lake's floor, the teen lifted her head and began to tread water in order to stay afloat. Eyes quickly spotting a group of young students with rocks in hand, the girl's eyes narrowed. "Oi, watch where you throw those things!" she yelled towards the shore, displeasure obvious in her tone.
Vivianna was about to turn away again, when she spotted a figure not far from the idiots whom had almost cracked her head open. Instantly recognizing Bertie, the witch began to swim towards the Ravenclaw with renewed energy. Wading through the shallow waters close to the shore, secretly glad to be given a reason to rest her tired limbs, Vivianna smiled. "Hey Bertie," the wet teen panted.
It was the cool breeze as she full stepped out of the water that reminded the witch she was clad in only a swimsuit. It was a sleek black and sliver one-piece, something that wouldn't get in the way or slip when swimming. Lazily glancing over at where her clothes and bag rested, about 200 meters down the shore, Vivianna turned her head to look at Bertie. "You wouldn't happen to know the Summoning Charm, would you?" she asked,
really not wanting to walk the eighth of a mile to her clothes.
((OOC: No problem, it was a good idea!
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