Harry truly enjoyed being at camp. Partially because of the way one interacted with other peers and especially with children; but most importantly because of the time he got to spend of the lake. It had become a habit to spend an hour or so doing some kind of water sport. Some days he wanted to swim, but most days he felt like kayaking.<br/>Today had been one of those days; Harry had been our for the better part of dawn, and had set out before the sky had gone blue. Because of that, he was in his summer wetsuit, because, tough the nights were warm, there was a damp chill on the lake.<br/>Now, Harry was practically drifting towards the dock. He had, as always, forgotten that the mist fogged up his glasses, and today he had been kayaking without them. Now, in this slow pace, he had a moment to rub his eyes, as a mixture of condensation and sweat had gotten into them. Once his eyes again adjusted to the early morning light, he thought he could make out a silhuette on the dock. To be sure, he finally put his glasses back on, which so far had been dangling by his wet suit collar.<br/>"Good morning, Draco," Harry eventually greeted, once he recognised the counsellor sitting on the dock, as Harry paddled closer.