The amateur Quidditch tournament having mostly run its course, Lock was finding himself with a large amount of free time on his hands. He enjoyed spending more time with his children, but he often felt that he was getting in Ruth's way at home — she was the veteran housekeeper of the two of them and had a system of getting things done that he could only marvel at. As such, he'd taken the opportunity of the warmer weather to get out of the house and give her some breathing space. Margaery was in tow, bundled up so thickly that her little toddling form was barely distinguishable in all of the layers of clothing. They were headed nowhere in particular, just wandering around the edges of town — at least, until Lock heard a woman call for help.

Picking his daughter up, he crested the hill that separated the two of them from the woman in question — though hesitated when he saw that she was in the lake. After nearly losing Margaery at the Sandition Resort last year, he wasn't ready to take her anywhere near the water, but he also recognized that he could hardly just leave a woman in distress. Making a quick decision that his three-year-old would be fine on her own (hopefully), Lock set her down at the top of the little hill and jogged down to the edge of the water. It wasn't until he had reached out to offer the woman his hand that he noticed she was holding on to a child of her own, and he knew all too well that a mother would never let go of her child in such a situation.

With a frown, Lock knelt beside the bank she was holding on to and reevaluated how he was going to help both her and her child out of the mess they were in. "Hold on," he mumbled, then reached down into the frigid water to try and grab her under the arms to be able to lift her and the boy out.