Durmstrang Arrival

Aiko saw one of the durmstrang boys swimming torward them. She gently put Rook into Emma's hands and pushed Emma gently torward the boy. It was getting really cold by now and Emma, who had entered the water before her, would be even more colder.

Adalrik seemed bent on ruining the moment, as he brought up the two Gryffindor girls again. Miron gave a short huff, as he looked to his friend with a bored look on his face. He did think over Adalrik's words though, as a favor from Hogwarts student could come in handy. She may know some nice areas for trapping the kids that got on his nerves which, at this point, might as well have been Adalrik.

Before Miron even had a chance to decide, the guy had moved passed him and towards the shore. Miron rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he stood at the edge. He wanted nothing to do with that cold water, and Adalrik was plenty a good swimmer for those two. He'd help the girls out when they got to shore, but otherwise, he remained where he was. What irritated Miron the most, was that the longer they spent screwing around out here, the less time they'd have in the castle before the day was over.

After making sure Emma was safe, Aiko swam back to the shore and tried to run torward the castle to notify a proffessor. She was freezing cold and wet, but she had to get Emma to the hospital wing.

(Sorry, I've been so busy, I nearly forgot about this rp! ^^")

As the younger Gryffindor handed Emma her the soaked ball of white fur, she raised him up high in the air, to keep him out of the water. Emma never really did have much experience swimming, and with her top priority being Rook, keeping herself above water hadn't worked out as well. Her head bobbed in and out of the water continuously. She had to keep blinking the water out of her eyes each time the murky depths swallowed her up, and it left everything a wet blur around her. She had never felt so blind- and freezing. Didn't people die that way? Her heart began to race as all her knowledge of the Black Lake flushed through her mind, and her panic began to rise as she thought of what wicked creatures might suck her in. She spun around quickly, when she noticed the sound of licking water getting closer to her, and a large bulky figure loomed over.

She blinked her eyes again and was able to identify a blurry face and hair, giving her some small glimmer of hope. She called out, rather desperately, "I don't think I can swim back!" assuming the rescuer was likely a Professor either from Durmstrang or Hogwarts. Her head sunk down again, and when it came back up, her vision was obscured once more- but she knew he was there, and like any endangered being would, she moved toward him in a slow, one-armed and rather feeble stroke. While one hand was raised high to save her tiny little companion, the other carried her quirky, bent wand, leaving nothing but the thing stick that was her arm to ineffectively cut through chops of water that came lapping over her.

She could feel Rook's cold, wet, and shivering body in her hand, and it gave her the extra bit of motivation to move that she needed to get to him. She closed her eyes each time the water subdued her, swallowing as much air as she could, when she could, until she felt that she had reached him. Though her body was sluggish, and growing tired (she could already feel her muscles beginning to lose strength), her mind raced onward: to the shore, where hopefully she would be helped up the path, through the castle, and up the stairs to the Hospital Wing. Now that she knew someone was there to save her, she felt reassured. It was Rook she was worried about, being much smaller, and more fragile than she.

No shit she couldn't make it back to shore. Had she really thought that she could before jumping into the lake? She probably hadn't thought at all, typical of the mindless children attending these schools. Now here she was, about to drown, all because of, what, a furball?

As Adalrik reached her he wrapped his arms under hers and hoisted her head above the water. Luckily she was a good deal smaller than he was and it was no issue for him to support her weight. He swam easily back to the shore, the cold water no effect on his trained muscles.

His body glistened with the lake water as he emerged. His blonde hair was plastered to his face and dripping. Without regards to her feelings Adalrik dropped the wet girl onto the sandy shore and stood up. She was still breathing and coherent, but her body was shivering. Before grabbing his shirt he looked down at her and said, “Think about what you're doing next time. There's not always going to be someone around to save you.”

Adarlik pulled his shirt back on and slipped into his shoes. He spotted the other Hogwarts student and barked a command at her. “Get this girl some help, now.” He then pushed his way past his fellow Durmstrang students and headed toward the castle, not in the mood to deal with Miron's ridicule and Erika's taunting.

"Beats me," Miron told Erika as she approached. She'd definitely taken her sweet time catching up, but Miron didn't mind. He tried to think of a witty retort, as he often did, but he was rather distracted by the sight of the girl holding the rat up high like a golden chalice. Though he was in mutual agreement with Erika; anyone who kept a rat as a pet was a rat as well. It made him lose all interest in the rat girl. The moody one, however, had Miron's attention.

He glanced to Erika, a smirk played on his lips as he gave her a nod, "Don't judge the man's soul mate sweetheart." He gave a short chuckle as he watched Adalrik swim with the girl back to shore. Miron was restless by now, but as his friend took little time to make sure the girl was alright, Miron had been satisfied, and soon they were headed up towards the castle. He decided that the jokes he'd stacked up could wait till later, when they didn't have much more interesting things to do.

Aiko heard the durmstrang boy shout at her. She ran torward Emma, who was checking that her rat was all right. Aiko wrapped her arm around Emma and she walked past the other Durmstrang boy and girl torward the castle. She thought, "Im going to kill Elainie when i find her," as she struggled to walk while supporting Emma, who was taller that her.

As she was dropped into the sand, she immediately started coughing without any warning to the people around her, or herself. She spat up the lake water that had settled unpleasantly inside her, having swallowed more of that than actual air. Bent over coughing it all up, she could feel the tremors of her body, and all she wanted was a nice warm fireplace to sit in front of- and blankets, lots of blankets.

His words brought her pause, though, as she looked up at him realizing he wasn't a Professor at all. And not even just a student, he was a Durmstrang student. Coming from a complete stranger, and also the one who just saved her life, the words were sharp, and certainly not taken lightly. She watched him and his friends head up the path. By the time she'd considered thanking him, he was already far from her sight, and long gone from the area. It all weighed heavily on Emma's shoulders, as she did realize now how stupid and reckless she had been. She could have been gone for good, and her mother would have gotten a letter explaining the tragic accident and offering her condolences.

Emma shuddered at the thought, feeling little difference between how cold she was now, and how cold she would be dead, but the younger Gryffindor had soon come to help her to the castle. Though Emma could walk just fine, her limbs were shivering like her aunt's chihuahua as she curled them around Rook to try and keep him warm. She then looked to the girl, and told her through chattering teeth, "Don't w-worry-y about her-er."

"We should go to the Hospital wing immediately. After that ill go report to a professor. You look like you've been through a blender!" Aiko said. She hoped that she would be able to get to the Hospital Wing quickly. She also hoped that a professor would be near. Emma seemed to be in alot of pain, and Aiko did not want her in a fatal state.

Even after the charm, and after she was dry, her arms shook all the same. Her muscles hadn't quite caught up to her nerves just yet, but once he'd offered the blankets, she wrapped it around herself tightly, being sure to bury Rook in the warmth as well. She looked to the younger girl, as the nurse asked the question, and hoped the girl would understand when Emma said, "Well, my mouse, he fell, in the Lake. I swam in to get him, and," she looked to the girl again, "She came in after me to help."

There was a reason she hadn't mentioned Eleanie. Emma didn't believe pointing the finger would make Eleanie hate anyone any less, and simply wanted to spare the extra hassle of angering her even further. She didn't want to get anyone in trouble, especially if there didn't seem to be any point. She saw Eleanie in plenty of trouble, and that hadn't changed her attitude in the slightest. She hoped the other Gryffindor would understand what Emma had said, and not add anything about Eleanie into the mix.

Aiko understood why Emma hadn't mentioned Elainie. She stood quietly and said nothing, as the Head Nurse wrapped blankets around them. She stared at the Durmstrang students who were walking torwaard the castle, smirking and talking as they went.

(Sorry for not rping sooner) Aiko muttered, "no, one of them saved us, actually." She sat down tiredly, and just wished to go to bed after the plunge in the cold water.