SWIMMINGGEDDON.

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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

[nomorals]

[When she spots Arthur standing near the edge of the lake, she nearly calls out to him before an idea pops into her head. Rocking from side to side on her feet, Marceline lets her lips curl into a smirk as she starts sneaking up behind him, arms crossed behind her back before she pulls them out to push him into the water.

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[rule_britannia]

[He realises what's going to happen a split second before it does, but by then, there's nothing he can do about it. The sound that escapes him as he stumbles into the water is something akin to a surprised squawk, and he stands very still for a moment before looking back over his shoulder]

Really, Abadeer? Really?

[nomorals]

Hey, you can't blame a girl for taking advantage of a situation.

[She's just casually shrugging and grinning at him as she slides her hands into the pockets of her summer jacket.]

[rule_britannia]

And here I thought we were friends.

[He scowls faintly and steps out of the lake, flopping down on the grass to take off his now sodden shoes and socks. Though, he can't hold pretending to be annoyed with her. He had told her to prank the hell out of him, after all, and this was tame compared to what she used to do]

I.. suppose I can't say I didn't ask for it.

[nomorals]

You know what they say. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. And yeah, you were kinda asking for it.

[She watches before squatting down next to him, looking out at the other students in the lake.]

You here to watch the freakshow?

[rule_britannia]

Enemies? Marceline, you wound me.

[Except not really. He wrings the water out of his socks]

You might say that. I'll never understand the appeal of swimming.

[nomorals]

Funny, I don't see any blood.

[Not that she'd need to see it, just smell it.]

I used to swim all the time when I was a kid. Mum and I would go on vacation to France over the summer while dad was working at the Ministry.

[rule_britannia]

It's more of a metaphorical wounding. My feelings, you understand.

[Shaking the water out of his shoes now]

France? I can't say I've been. What's it like?

[nomorals]

Oh, I know. I was being sarcastic.

[She gives a small shrug.]

Eh, you've seen one part of France you've seen it all. Paris isn't really as exciting as people make it out to be.

[rule_britannia]

I'll keep that in mind. We've always gone to Portugal for holidays.

[nomorals]

Yeah? Can't say I've been there. [She shrugs.] We stopped going on vacation after mum died.

[rule_britannia]

Huh..

[And suddenly, the conversation has become awkward..]

[nomorals]

[Oh. Crap now she's gone and made things awkward. How does she remedy this? She bites her bottom lip a little before slipping behind him and perching herself on his shoulders.]

You should give me a piggy back.

[rule_britannia]

[It catches him off-guard, and he almost pitches her off him, then he peers around at her and grins slightly]

Yeah? I suppose I can do that.

[He settles her a bit more securely on his shoulders, stuffs his socks inside his shoes, and grabs them before getting carefully to his feet, curling his toes into the grass]

Where to, my queen?

[nomorals]

[She was honestly expecting him to pitch her off so when he grins at her and stands before she leans down, wrapping her arms around his neck before making a loud hum, pointing in one direction.]

Hark! I say, thar be first years over there. Let's go mess with their heads.

[rule_britannia]

Splendid idea! Hi-ho Silver, and all that bollocks.

[He smirks, and sets off at a light jog]