Don Juan was doing a spot of reconnaissance this evening. He'd been dared by one of the other boys in his dorm to steal one of the ridiculously-oversized vegetables from the groundskeeper's garden, which was proving to be more involved than he had at first imagined. The groundskeeper had a mean hound, and Don Juan didn't trust his charmwork to be able to put the thing to sleep before it caused enough of a commotion to alert the groundskeeper. But he wasn't the sort to turn down a dare just because it was difficult, so he was walking along the edge of the lake — a route he had often seen the old man taking with his dog in the evenings — and keeping his eyes open for anything that would help him brainstorm a suitable solution. So far he had considered and discarded anything that shielded him personally — even an invisibility charm wouldn't fool a dog's nose. He had to do something to make the dog like him... or to temporarily get him out of the picture and away from the groundskeeper's hut.

He hadn't expected company. He certainly hadn't expected half-naked company. The way she'd come splashy out of the water was more silly than sexy, so his expression was mostly amused, but it wasn't as though he hadn't noticed that he could see her bare legs.

"Are you in need of rescuing, Miss Moony?" he teased. "I've been practicing my heroics."

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