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Avie Mitchell loved rock collecting, pretty much everyone knew that Avie loved rocks, he lived for them. He liked collecting them, throwing them, making forts with them. He liked playing finger football, he liked having fun with Rockie with other rocks. But, as he got older, his need for rocks had definitely not diminished, and in fact they were as strong as ever, and with the fact he was learning the spells which meant he could better search for them, the teen was on cloud nine because of it. He grinned to himself happily, as he stood at the lakefront clad in his summer clothes, though it was barely spring. He was wearing his t-shirt, having removed the jumper and he was wearing shorts, the ones with the biggest zip pockets. He was going rock collecting, since he had nothing else to do, Lucien with his girlfriend, Bothizar was doing something, Esme was no where he could find, Kris was seemingly gone, Marcel was doing homework, Mason was busy, Matt didn't like hanging out with him at all, and the teen had even attempted to find Jean, but that too had led to a dead end and so, the teen had just come to the lake, knowing that if they were all busy he could make his own fun by swimming in the lake and rock collecting.
Stepping into the water, Avie walked with his usual lack of care, slipping and sliding on the wet rocks, his feet were usually pretty cut, but he never really minded. Once he got to a depth where he could just start swimming, Avie dove in, opening his eyes in the murky depths and then swum deeper, breaking the surface, and standing on the tips of his toes, he pulled his wand out from his pocket and held it above the water. He had been working on the bubblehead charm, ever since mid way through fourth year, Avie had found he was no longer as good with the spells as he once was. They worked, but his concentration lack and they were weaker, less likely to work. Which was why it took him a total of three times before he got the bubblehead charm to actually work. There was a lot of accidentally swallowing and then coughing back up of murky, lake water. Finally, however the teen was reading, and he began swimming, swimming and swimming, further and further down, to different areas he'd never been before, but never straying too far or going too deep, he wasn't quite that confident yet. The teen was in a world of his own, down in these depths, he didn't need his friends down here, and nor could he ever persuade any of them too. Lucien sometimes went rock searching with him, usually at the lakefront, or the forest, but never to swim. He had always been taught the importance of a swimming buddy, but down here, it seemed to be just him, alone in the dark depths.
Stepping into the water, Avie walked with his usual lack of care, slipping and sliding on the wet rocks, his feet were usually pretty cut, but he never really minded. Once he got to a depth where he could just start swimming, Avie dove in, opening his eyes in the murky depths and then swum deeper, breaking the surface, and standing on the tips of his toes, he pulled his wand out from his pocket and held it above the water. He had been working on the bubblehead charm, ever since mid way through fourth year, Avie had found he was no longer as good with the spells as he once was. They worked, but his concentration lack and they were weaker, less likely to work. Which was why it took him a total of three times before he got the bubblehead charm to actually work. There was a lot of accidentally swallowing and then coughing back up of murky, lake water. Finally, however the teen was reading, and he began swimming, swimming and swimming, further and further down, to different areas he'd never been before, but never straying too far or going too deep, he wasn't quite that confident yet. The teen was in a world of his own, down in these depths, he didn't need his friends down here, and nor could he ever persuade any of them too. Lucien sometimes went rock searching with him, usually at the lakefront, or the forest, but never to swim. He had always been taught the importance of a swimming buddy, but down here, it seemed to be just him, alone in the dark depths.