gold medal match

Florence took a deep breath before letting her face down into the heated water. It was quiet at the pool today and she swore she was the only person there for ages. She was still the only person there now but she liked it better like this. The crowds made her nervous and now that she was alone she didn't have to let people know that she was a brilliant swimmer or that she wears a swimming cap from France. She could just be herself.

She put one arm in front of her and put her feet on the edge of the wall. She pushed herself off it as far as she could and began to do a very long round of the front crawl.

Ah, the swimming pool. Timothy decided to try and venture the place after hours. He wondered if it was prime time for spotting pretty lasses - around his age, he hoped; older girls expect way too much - than his usual time, which was usually three in the afternoon. And unlike the other times, this time, he went alone. All he had with him was a return bus ticket, so it wasn't like he was going to actually pick anyone up.

By the lack of crowds at the entrance, however, the Slytherin could tell he had chosen the wrong time. He groaned, until his eyes fell upon a a familiar silhouette as she swam gracefully across. Finally, after years of sideline admiration, here's his chance.

"Hey there, Florence."