What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 8: What am I on About

As George and I reach the Black Lake, a flood of nervousness fills me at full speed. Why couldn't I have just gone to History Of Magic? Why?

Because I have worse luck than a welcome mat, that's why.

I am an idiot.

How did I get Ravenclaw, exactly? I thought Ravenclaw's were suppose to be smart. But no, of course, I'm about to go swimming in the Black Lake, for Merlin's sake. It wouldn't surprise me if I got eaten by the Giant Squid.

But, of course, I can't back out now without looking like a total dork. I refuse to look less superior than a blood traitor!

"Okay Cass. Go ahead." Fred motions for me to go into the lake.

I point my finger at him. "I swear to God Weaslbee, if I get eaten by the Giant Squid, I will kill you."

He shrugs. "I'll keep that in mind. Now get in the water. Or are you to chicken? Cluck cluck cluck!" He starts waddling around like a chicken.

"You shut up!" I demand, but, reluctantly, I walk into the freezing black water. I flinch a bit once the water reaches my waist. My feet feel like bricks, but I take one more tiny step before turning around to yell at George. "Is this good enough for you?!" I scream at him.

He is currently leaning against a tree which happens to be very close to the water, crossing his arms, and has a very smug look on his face. It makes me want to kill him.

"Further!" He orders, before sending me a wink. That makes my face burn bright red. A blush? No! A Crouch doesn't blush! I thought I already explained this concept. Okay, I didn't blush, my face just went a bit...red. Is that good enough for you?

"Fine!" I yell back. But then I get an idea. "If you come as well."

George's eyes widen, and he nearly falls, though he wasn't moving at all. "What?" He chokes out.

A smirk that was formally on George's face forms onto mine. "You heard me. Now come on. Or are you too chicken?"

He sighs, and I can tell I got him good. I know he doesn't want to, I mean, who would? But he drags himself into the icy waters anyways.

I wait for a few minutes, before he reaches where I stand. The water is up to my shoulders, but it's only up to George's mid-stomach. Lucky tall people.

"Took you long enough." I comment. He ignores my comment as he shivers uncontrollably. "Can you not handle a bit of cold?"

He breaks out laughing. "I can't handle cold?! You should see yourself!" My jaw drops, but he is probably right. I am shivering like crazy in this stupid cold water. Hey, at least he is pretty far above the water. I'm only a freaking 4"9, if even, where George stands at nearly 6"0! It's ridiculous!

I do the first thing that comes to my mind that might just annoy him: I splash him. The water hits him right in the face. Coughing, George splashes me back. I shove him square in the chest. He falls back, right into the water. "Cassiopeia Rose Crouch!" He yells at me as he pushes me.

That may or may not have lead to a huge water fight. By the time we call a truce, my brown hair is soaked to the skin. Pushing it out of my face, I burst out laughing. "How long have we been out here for?" I ask in-between giggles.

"I'd say about 4 or so hours." He concluded. "The sun's setting. Wanna head back?"

"Sure."

As much as I hate to admit it, that was kinda fun. Minus the fact that I'll probably have hypothermia for the rest of the week. And that my uniform will be wet for the next two weeks.

But it was so worth it.

Wait...I probably shouldn't say that. Well, technically, I'm thinking it. It is not physically coming out of my mouth, so I am not saying it. But, id thinking it as bad? I mean, I'm saying it to myself, but no one else can hear. But it's still talking to myself.

What am I on about?