<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/9d9925a42d9e7eab7ede651862fe6c31/tumblr_npefzp2c4z1sxwyufo3_r1_500.gif)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A pair of black swimming trunks<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>  Saturday, 26 October, 2019 | Early Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Swimming<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine? (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ngzC_8zqInk)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Juliette, Closed</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Michael had risen with the dawn's light, as he tended to just about every day. A run first thing in the morning, dragging himself forcefully out of sleep and taking a casual jog about the grounds. The cool air woke him up and he took in the autumnal scene of the Hogwarts grounds. A few nods to those he knew. If Michael ever wasn't seen running it caused a few questioned to arise. He liked that people knew him, even if he was awkward when he stopped to talk to them.<br/><br/>After that he'd eaten his first meal, a bowl of porridge that was borderline excessive even for a man of his stature. Still, he had a lot of physical work to attend to in the coming days. He ate fast, like always, and continued about his morning. A little noting and brief efforts to study the last little bits of information about the arriving magical creatures, and then straight to the practical. His morning was passed talking to the others who'd be involved in the magizoology aspects of the tournament, who were some of the few he found it very easy to talk to.<br/><br/>By the start of the afternoon he'd already eaten twice more. Though Michael didn't mind the gym he much preferred the outdoors for his exercise, and he pushed himself to head out to the lake for a swim. He remembered full well how he'd been told off more than a few times for his trips to the lake. And the forest. Still, he never listened. He'd got the usual string of sideways glances making his way through the school in swimming trunks and a loose fitting T-shirt, heading straight to the shore of black lake. He enjoyed it despite the cold, grinning wide and bracing himself before pulling his shirt off to be hanged from a nearby branch. To most the water was scary or at least a discomforting idea, but to him it was a perfect way to enjoy the start of his afternoon.<br/><br/>He threw himself into the water with little in the way of second thoughts, feeling the familiar icy cold grip his body but pushing himself to kick off and start to move. By the time he'd made headway out into the water the stress his muscles were under had warmed him a great deal, and Michael was feeling remarkably at home. He was a strong swimmer and made impressive headway out into the water, making sure to remain at the surface out of respect for the lake's natives.<br/><br/>After a while Michael inevitably had to return to shore, heading loosely towards the place he'd set his shirt and wand down. At least it was very easy to dry yourself as a wizard. For a moment, glancing up, he thought he saw a figure on the shore. Despite that he remained uncertain and he didn't have a lot of choice anyway. Michael was usually quite self conscious about intruding on other's relaxing walks. When his feet touched down he let out a sigh of relaxation, still grinning, and staggered a little through the last of the water as he made his way ashore.<br/><br/>His body was drenched, hair included, and the water glistened in the early afternoon sun. It was sharply cold, but easily shrugged off by Michael. He'd become very numb to nature's efforts to cause him discomfort. The water lit by light helped to highlight his physique, mostly constructed by his overactive lifestyle. Blinking the water from his eyes caused him a few moments of distraction, enough to fail to notice the nearby girl. He just came to a pause, opening his eyes more clearly and pausing as he saw her. At glance he didn't recognise her, and quickly guessed she was from one of the other schools. His eyes ran over her blonde hair, seeing the way it was illuminated by the sunlight. It framed her face perfectly, and he felt his gaze drawn to her eyes. Michael hadn't quite realised how long it took him to speak, but eventually he managed to. "Good afternoon." A very casual greeting, having just emerged from the clearly incredibly cold lake.