Clue watched Narcissus get nonchalantly to his feet and once more render the image of bare muscles glistening in droplets of lake water — Clue looked up at him, chewing thoughtfully at a fingernail. Why must he cut such a Godly figure, and why must Clue feel this way about him?

The pale Slytherin got to his feet as well, bringing his book and Winter cloak with him. The day was definitely getting warmer. "We could walk around the lake? It'll be cooler out there."