Poppy was enjoying the calm before the stress of the second term hit by coming out the the lake to watch the water and do some sketching, maybe even read a book she brought from home before lessons took up all of her free time. But it didn't take long for the at plan to get thrown out the metaphorical window. It was simply too beautiful and too hot to simply sit still. Poppy pilled up her things and unceremoniously took off her well worn boots and socks before wading into the water to cool off. She had rolled up the bottoms of her pants and She stared at her feet, watching as the ripples of the water distorted them. She thought she could almost just make out the shapes of tiny fish in the sunlight. She knew they weren't actually there, but it was just more fun to pretend they were.