☢: It’s too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
Sprawled out on the grass were Mary MacDonald and Willow Ollivander, the sun beating down on their bare shoulders after shrugging off their thick school robes.
“Willow,” Mary started, her eyes closed as the gently swaying leaves made intricate patterns of light and shadow across her skin. “If I die here, right now, on school grounds, would you be so kind as to owl my belongings back to my parents? I think they would appreciate that. And tell Lily that she can keep my knee highs, she’s always looked better in them anyway.”
“Dramatic,” Willow remarked, eyes closed as well. “But sure, why not.”
“You’re a godsend,” Mary sighed, rolling over slightly as the patch of shade they had claimed moved with the sun. “And Willow?”
“If you’re going to tell me I can hang onto those earrings of yours in the event of your death - you know the ones - I think that’d be fair.”
“No. Well, I mean, sure, but no. But with all the teachers inside avoiding the heat, and the Black Lake looking increasingly enticing, you don’t think it’d be a problem if we..you know, maybe dipped our toes in? Surely the prefects will have more important matters to attend to, and in that case, maybe no one would notice if we just…happened to slip all the way in?”
Willow turned to Mary and grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m going to have to surround you with more danger if your imminent death is the only thing that’ll push you to break some rules.”