Late Night Swim - Open

[isoldezabini]

Ahh, the Black Lake. Peaceful. Calm. Quite. Perfect after hours, and beautifully lit with the evening moon decided to peak its way through. Thankfully it was one of those nights. The night just to get away and relieve a weeks worth of stress. Friday's had possibly been one of the best days of the week. It was more of a new beginning to a weekend extravaganza. But, to accomplish that wondrous weekend you had to be surreptitious. Thank goodness she had inherrited that from her father.- Isolde took in a deep relieving breath of the fresh evening air. The small hairs on the back of her neck began to rise as she took a few smaller steps closer to the lake. Her smooth bare foot makings its way into the somewhat semi-flushed water. Relaxation was what she had been seeking and she was going to get it. "The Harlot needs a break." She chuckled lightly as she slowly slid her thumbs into her pants. Within moments, Isolde had her jeans off and kicked them to dry land.

Indeed, the water was a little intimidating. After all, it had been named the black lake for a reason but she was up for a quick swim. More like a quick, nude revealing swim. Quickly, she crossed one arm over the other and removed her shirt booking it for the lake before she happened to get any sort of surprise visit. The last thing she wanted was for a professor to bust her in the act and suspend her. What would her father think of that then? Blaise Zabini was not someone she wanted to displease. So what if he had been her father, he had more authority on where she had laid her head at night when she would return home. She wasn't about to loose her bed. Let alone her home. - Taking a face first dive into the dark, black water, Isolde kept her eyes closed as tightly as she possibly could until she had surfaced for the first time. The small water droplets surfaced around her eyes as she took in her first breath.

Yes. The water was just like how she had imagined it. Not too cold, yet no too warm. Perfect. Just perfect. Expanding her arms, Isolde decided to take it just a little further out, feeling the cool springs rush up from the very pit of the lake. - Taking in another deep breath, she decided to head back down this time keeping her eyes open for safety. If something were to happen who knew what her father and mother would do. Possibly take out Hogwarts. A chuckle slipped through her lips as she had thought about that very idea. Her father was just that kind of man. Always putting the family first; In that laugh, Isolde chocked down the smallest bit of murky water sending her to the top yet again. Only this time she hadn't been alone. A small, yet dark figure began to head her way sending her into a state of panic.

Quickly, and not so quietly, Isolde booked it for land as fast as she could. Her heart raping at her chest as she held her left arm over her top trying to shield most of what she had from the stranger. But as soon as she fully escaped from the dark waters, it was then that she had realized there was more to cover and clothes had to be gathered. "Stop right there!" She bellowed, gathering up some of her belongings. Isolde didn't stress who it was. Professor or student, she wasn't going to let them see her like this. So what if she carried such a foul name, and who cared what they had thought of her. She wasn't just going to flash anything to a complete and total stranger. "Don't come any further." But, as she had reached for her shirt to place it up and over her shoulders, Isolde had failed to notice the light of the moon shinning down towards her.

[carolyn]

Carolyn could not sleep, not that it was anything new. She always had trouble sleeping at night, but it seemed that the height of her insomnia had hit during her back in September when she returned to Hogwarts - not as a student, but as a professor. It did not have the same comforts as her home in London did. The bed was not quite as large and it was far from comfortable. She was spoiled. She and her late husband, Michael, had bought an enormous bed with the best mattress money could buy. They had slept together on that bed for twenty years until she woke up next to his cold, dead body. Nobody knew what happened, or at least that was what they told her. She kept the bed even though she probably should have gotten rid of the thing since her husband had died on the bed, but something had kept her from doing so. Her daughter said it was weird, that she had a weird infatuation with the "death bed." Carolyn stated that the bed was too comfortable and too expensive just to toss, but she knew that there were other reasons. She just had yet to figure them out.

Instead of lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, she instead decided to walk around the castle grounds. What she needed was some fresh air, a new atmosphere, even if the temperature was a bit colder than she would have liked. She changed into the outfit she had worn earlier that day - her usual button-up blouse and blank pencil skirt - and slipped her feet into a pair of five-inch heeled shoes. She never walked around the castle in her satin nightgown, mostly because it was spaghetti strapped and only reached the middle of her thigh. She brushed her hair so it was setting flat and left her living quarters. The corridors were eerily quiet and uncomfortably dark. She flicked her wand a single time and began walking down the corridor, down the many staircases, and finally out of the enormous castle and onto the grounds.

She was met by a cold breeze on her face. Her cheeks turned pink almost immediately and the rest of her face became very pale. The moonlight was bright and illuminated almost the entire campus, so she flicked her wand so that the light she had previously conjured disappeared. She walked beneath the moonlight, glancing around the grassy campus. Things were quiet, almost too quiet. Her eyes fell on the lake. There was someone swimming quickly towards the shore. Carolyn raised a single brow and hesitated before leaving the paved path and stepping onto the grass. She walked awkwardly because the heels of her shoes kept sinking into the moist ground. She grimaced because she knew the heels would be mucky once she managed to make it back to her living quarters.

As she grew closer and closer to the late and even closer to the figure, she heard a female's voice calling through the darkness. The woman stopped, but not because she was asked to stop. She stopped because she had the misfortune of seeing the young girl's body, lacking of clothes, in the moonlight. She averted her gaze and rolled her eyes. She was not embarrassed by the situation - all women had the same parts. She was merely taken aback by the fact that the young girl was swimming, naked, in the Black Lake late at night. She licked her lips, dry from the lake of humidity in the air, and cleared her throat quietly. Her presence was already know, but there was no way the girl was getting out of this one that easily, at least not if she could help it.

"I have already seen more than I care to see," she stated flatly, annoyed. She had a unique voice, or at least the way she spoke was unique. Most professors and students would have been able to tell that it was her even if it were pitch black outside. She was still not looking at the girl, at least offering her the opportunity to pull her clothes on. She still could not believe that the girl was swimming when it was this cold outside, or at all. Who in their right mind would go swimming in the Black Lake? "I am quite sure that your parents would be proud to know that their daughter is swimming, unclothed, in the Black Lake, at Hogwarts... exposing herself to anyone who may have sneaked out of the castle or, in my case, was doing rounds. Should I write to them and let them know what kind of behavior their daughter is exhibiting, or shall I leave that up to you? Because... I think they should know either way. It would probably look better if you wrote to them and let them know. But then again, if I were to write to them, it would show the severity of your inappropriate behavior and maybe it would resonate more. What do you think?"