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The first out of the water, as the first in, are Sirius and Kassandra; he looks stunned and very wet, helping get his shirt around her shoulders to preserve her decency, while he fumbles with his trousers, ignoring the hoots and laughter of those in the lake. She seems...happy.

The cooking-fire Regulus cared for so assiduously is warm embers now, perfect for sitting near to dry off, casting a deep red glow on the ground and anyone nearby. Shadows flicker over the chairs, the benches, the small hills and tree trunks, a thousand places a person -- two people -- could hide away from the world. Even if they had wings, say, or horns.

Sirius is content to sit in the firelight, speaking softly with Kassandra as the others climb out, one by one, and begin drying off, foraging for drink, or food, or warm clothing in the darkened fields.

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[posting from work, wanted to heartily applaud, also apologise re: ducking out like lightning, I was getting Told Off for being up so late, yay being 6 years old -- anyway, it was great. Wicked great.]