Swimming was bad. Very bad. Especially when you were a flimsy little Latvian who hardly could keep yourself afloat. Maybe it wasn't that bad- if you knew how to swim! But to this certain Latvian, it was just another thing on the list of 'ways I'll probably die'. While swimming was bad, Raivis did like the lake at Hogwarts, it was a relaxing sight, despite the many creatures that lurked deep beneath the surface...Sitting a safe few yards away from the edge of the lake, Raivis shook his head and got the thoughts of evil, man-eating creatures out of his mind and appreciated the slightly chilly, but still bright, clear day.
Outside in the fresh air was the best place to do homework, Raivis always though. He quite enjoyed the outdoors, even if he wasn't too great at most physical activities(see above, 'swimming'). With two books open before him, and two more stacked to the side(his wand lay just on top of those books, out and ready for use when needed!), Raivis had some papers laid out before him, a bottle of ink sitting at the corner of a book, and a quill held lightly in his hand. He'd gotten almost all of his work done! He only had to finish an essay for Charms, and he'd be-
...Done. He would be done soon, that was, if a lovely breeze hadn't decided to blow on by and send the scroll he'd been working on into the air. Raivis yelped in shock and jumped to his feet, successfully tipping over the ink bottle, knocking the pile of books over(stubbing his toe!), and chased after the water. Raivis swatted at it frantically, he did not want to have to rewrite his whole essay because he'd lost the silly thing in the lake! Raivis stopped only a few inches from the waters edge and swiped his hand out, finally grabbing onto the flying parchment- and he breathed a sigh of relief. That relief was soon gone when Raivis turned back and saw the mess he'd made...oh, oh no. He'd spilled ink on his book...he could clean that with his wand, right?
...Yes. If his wand hadn't rolled into the water after he'd kicked the pile of books over. Raivis' eyes slowly looked back at the lake, and saw his wand floating farther and farther away from the shore. Dread filled his face- he would never get it back, and it was such a good wand, too...staring at it solemnly, Raivis looked after the long stick of wood as it floated farther away from him, and prayed nothing ate it.