In the great wide, somewhere

If You Can Dream
It's a Tale as Old as Time, There's No Mountain We Can't Climb



❀ Isabelle Beaulieu ❀

Arie had a game tonight, but Isa had a surprise for her. It was getting a bit too cold outside, but Isa wanted to take Arie out to the lake one more time before it got too cold. Isa put on her bathing suit under her clothes and put on her robes before slipping on her shoes and leaving her dorm. She climbd up the winding, branch-like stairs toward the common room. It was set up, at least for this season, like a British tea and crumpets party, complete with paper lanterns and everything.

Isa saw Arie sitting near the fireplace and hurried over to her. "Go change into your swimming suit, Arie," Isa smiled. "We're going swimming in the lake before it gets too cold!" Isa leaned forwrd, grasping Arie's hands in hers and pulling her up off the couch. "Come on. Come on. Come on." She was rushing Arie a bit, but Arie would have to be back for the quidditch game soon enough and Isa knew if they didn't hurry, they wouldn't get a lot of time in the water, and Isa knew how much Arie loved swimming.

Isa much prefered just to lay out in the sun, but she actually felt like swimming today. She wanted to feel the almost weightless feeling swimming gave her. She enjoyed it because it was an ESCAPE from her day-to-day activities when they started to become too mundane. It's not as though she didn't enjoy classes and studdying for her classes, but on Saturdays, when she was caught up on her studdies, and she wanted a real-life adventure, not one based out of her books. She loved using her imagination, but a real-life adventer was always more fun.