<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 kept his eyes on Juliette's, admiring the soft green with a great deal of focus. He continued to find it hard to focus on anything but her appearance, which was simply enrapturing. He was grateful, really, when she gave an excuse for his brain to stop drifting. He wasn't quite sure where it had been heading, but a part of him had been picturing stepping forward to embrace her. There was little explanation for that desire, but still he struggled to fight it off.<br/><br/>"I was glad to find it was friendly too!" He chuckled slightly, making light of the huge danger he would have been in if the squid was not friendly. But then in a moment her smile brought him a warmth that let him utterly ignore the icy cold he should have been going through. He wanted to hold her again. Michael felt guilty, and confused. He never usually got like this. Michael usually felt more outright awkwardness with women, but here he couldn't pull his mind from the idea of holding her close.<br/><br/>Even he could catch on to the implication of her words, and his smile grew a little more shy. Redness and colour rose in his cheeks, which had been sapped of both by the cold waters. Her sweetness was intoxicating, and rather than sharing something as endearing as she had he instead stammered briefly, stumbling over the beginning of a sentence and slowly blinking as he realised how clumsy his effort at replying had been. A great deal more redness followed that moment, but he remained smiling and optimistic.<br/><br/>When she reached her hand out he moved his to lightly touch her wrist, drawing her hand up as he lent down a little. His fingertips were rough, slightly calloused, but his touch was delicate despite leaving tiny beads of Black Lake's water on her skin. When he kissed the back of her hand it was just as gentle, again his lips brushing her with the water of the lake, Michael giving a half apologetic smile when he looked at her again. "I'm Michael." He replied, smiling but failing to hide his nervousness. Really he couldn't think what could go wrong, but he had the sense that he was experiencing something important.