SWIMMINGGEDDON.

[wwistful]

WHO: Murdoc Donoghue and YOU
TONE: Fun, WHIMSICAL, horrifying
RATING: PG-13 and onward
WHEN: September 7th
WHERE:  The Lake.
WHAT:  After this Murdoc realised the children (and staff) of Hogwarts were in dire need of swimming lessons.
STATUS: Ongoing

[GATHER AROUND CHILDREN it's a warm summer day and the lake is perfect for diving into your sudden but inevitable deaths. You should all be dressed in your swimming trunks (which you clearly have don't even lie) because Murdoc sure is. He's determined to conduct this in the best manner he can, though he wasn't quite expecting the turn out to be so large. People who can swim are welcome to become his assistants because he could probably use the help.]

Comments

[eighttimeshandy]

[For just a moment, he looks back at Arthur, then shrugs, looking away again]

It doesn't matter. It's just not going to happen. Believing otherwise is just setting myself up for disappointment.

[rule_britannia]

I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'self-fulfilling prophecy'.

[Glancing away, he shakes himself mentally, then gets to his feet]

[eighttimeshandy]

I am a student of divination, I should HOPE I know that one. [eyeroll]

Anyway, what does it matter if I chose to pursue a more solitary life style? It doesn't hurt anyone.

[rule_britannia]

I suppose it doesn't, but I'd think about if you're pursing that lifestyle because it's what you want, or because you just don't know how to be any other way.

[He brushes himself off and shoves his hands into his pockets. For a moment, it seems he's about to argue further, then he just shakes his head]

In any case, I'll refrain from bringing it up again.

[eighttimeshandy]

Whatever... [He just... shrugs, helplessly, plopping back down under his parasol, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them]

[rule_britannia]

...

[Sigh]

Should I just..?

[He jerks one thumb over his shoulder a standard 'fuck the hell off' gesture]

[eighttimeshandy]

[He shrugs one shoulder, not looking up. Yes, he'd kind of like to wallow alone in his angst, but you know. Too polite to say that.]

[rule_britannia]

Yeah.. Yeah, okay. I'll see you later.

[Doesn't need to be said, really. He gives Eriq's shoulder a brief squeeze then leaves him to his.. angst, or whatever this is]