Sisse's heart lurched at the tug of emotion on his features, well guarded, and perhaps imagined but a thought crossed her mind. She knew she didn't like the water, but she had forgotten that Alvin had been the one to try and find her that day. He had every right to hate the water too. She looked past him at the dark depths of the Black Lake biting her lip slightly in thought.

"Did you know that Henry once tried to drown me in the lake?" Sisse asked before she could stop herself. Or perhaps she didn't want to. Perhaps she wanted him to know the pain this lake had caused her too. To acknowledge the shared wariness of its waters. She knew he'd seen the cat incident the summer after, remembered, vaguely, he'd been chaperoning Sloane that afternoon. But very few people knew of the scare she'd had before that and how Moony had dragged her from the depths. Few outside of family and the girls knew what had happened that day and Ned had been kind enough not to speak of the issue. Although Sisse's foolish crush in the months following that incident still warmed her cheeks with subtle caresses of embarassment.