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“Do you think they would want scarves? I could give them my scarf. I should have brought more scarves…

It was hard to say if the words were meant for her companion or for herself, as the girl was crouching down on dark soil while staring at the surface of the rather frozen lake. Silvery gaze wandering over calm waves as if almost waiting for something to suddenly pop up, or someone, for sentient creatures can hardly be called ‘things’. One could have wondered how they had ended up like this, why two young girls now found themselves far from the castle and all the way by the lake’s shoreline, why was it that one of them looked so focused and would not dare take her eyes off the shadowy waters, and why in the world was it that she spoke about something as trivial as scarves.

Like many of Idys’ misadventures, it had all started with her overhearing a conversation over Saturday morning breakfast. Her fellow eagles rarely discussed topics that sparked the blue-haired one’s interest, yet this time it was without a doubt one of those rare occasions when Ravenclaws actually talked about something fascinating instead of the usual insipid chitchat. A few younger kids, third years maybe, were arguing over the estimated dimensions of a certain Giant Squid that lived in The Black Lake, and the apparent possibility of it attacking one of the first year’s boats over the course of Hogwarts history. Obviously, Idys did not care about how many cubic meters of space such a creature would occupy or that it was actually recorded to have a passive nature, but the words ‘Giant Squid’ and ‘Black Lake’ put together surely did make her stand right up from her chair in the most abrupt of manners. What a terribly concerning discovery.

Soon enough, beloved food had been forgotten, stormy eyes scanning the room in search for someone, anyone, that may have been able to provide any sort of useful information, as the third year boys were too busy quarreling the mathematical accuracy of the measurements to provide any other sort of answers. Her gaze, much alike that of a hunting falcon, quickly fixing on one of her adored friends. Aha! She had called the girl’s name, or yelled it rather, making her way over to Gryffindor table in a dashingly colorful mess that was sure to accidentally receive everyone else’s attention. “Junie, Junie, Junie! Is there really a Giant Squid in The Black Lake!?” She had then asked, arms flapping wildly as there was no patience to wait for an overly elaborated answer.

And then Juniper had told her, shared the alarming and frightening truth. It wasn’t just a squid, but Merpeople and Grindylows too. Merpeople! How had she not heard of such a thing until now? Did her dear friends not understand how important the well-being of such underwater creatures was to the girl? How she had been conditioned to care for them by a mother who loved such being enough to give not one but two of her children names relating to them? How the word ‘Lorelei’ was being repeated in her mind with awful awful guilt? Then again, none of her friends at Hogwarts really knew her middle name, and it was no time to tell them... it was time to take action. Junie’s breakfast also promptly found itself abandoned as Idys dragged the girl out of the Great Hall, deaf to whatever complains may had come from the lioness. No one had the right to complain to Idys when mermaids were in such a dire situation. No one.

And so, the two girls found themselves at the shore of the Black Lake, all out of Idys’ worry over the ability (or possible lack of it) that underwater creatures had to survive the harsh Scottish winter. Because it sure looked like it was dreadfully cold underwater...

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The day had started off so promising. Juniper had managed to drag herself out of the bed in enough time to get breakfast, a feat which was surprising in and of itself. She usually stayed up into the early morning hours, reading and researching by wandlight, probably annoying the crap out of her dorm-mates. Not that she cared all that much. She drew the blanket over her head to block out most of it and maximize the beam. Though that made taking notes sometimes difficult and more than once she’d spilled ink all over her sheets. But this particular morning had seen no such catastrophe. Instead, she’d settled down at one of the tables with wide eyes and a ravenous appetite, snagging a goblet of juice first thing.

Junie had inhaled a plate full of sausages before anyone could bat an eye, relishing the flavor of the delicious meal that she so often skipped. The young woman had just began to fill her plate with a second serving when she caught movement in her peripheral vision. Another student, a young girl who was impossible to miss amidst the sea of black robes, drew her attention away from the food. Junie sat there with wide eyes as the other girl flailed at her, doing her best to actually chew the piece of sausage that was stuffed in her mouth before she swallowed it whole and choked.

For several long moments, she blinked in surprise at Idys’ enthusiasm, before swallowing the rest of her food and bursting out into warm laughter. It was good natured, not at all meant to make fun of the young ravenclaw who stood before her, wiggling about in sincere worry. This was one of the reasons that she adored Idys when she didn’t like many people at all. The girl had a way of speaking and caring that was unique and despite herself, she was drawn to it. So instead of ignoring her, Junie launched into an explanation that was just as high energy as the question had been. She actually knew quite a lot about what lay beneath the lake, as she’d dove down into its depths before. And nearly gotten taken out by a grindylow.

Unfortunately, the lioness had not expected that her enthusiastic lecture would lead to her being dragged outside, much against her will. She had cast one forlorn and depressed look at the plate of sausages before giving up and walking behind the ravenclaw, mourning the rest of the food that she hadn’t been able to eat. Hopefully they’d serve something equally as delicious for lunch.

“I don’t know that your scarf will really help them, to be honest… they’re probably just fine down there, ya know? This does happen every year.” Junie’s tone was one of bemusement, but she stood there anyway, watching with a grin on her face as Idys peered into the ice-covered water. Had it been any other season, she might have been tempted to give the girl a shove right into the lake. But that would be mean and stupid, even for her, during the winter months. “But if it really worries you, we could always carve out a little hole and stick it in there. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was something underneath there with its face pressed against the ice, watching us.”

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Among the long list of stories that filled Idys’ childhood, quite a few of them were about mermaids. It wasn’t because the girl had a particular interest in the creatures, but because her mother seemed to know a rather surprising arrangement of tales that referred to them. There was one particular story about a nymph named Lorelei, though it wasn’t any different from how they all usually went: there’s a beautiful woman who spends her days in idleness sitting on a rock by the Rhine River and brushing her equally beautiful hair, she likes to sing for passing sailors with her mesmerizing and alluring voice, the sailors fell in love with the voice and made their way for the rocks… only to die before ever reaching Lorelei. And to many the nymph may have seemed like a wicked and despicable creature, but to Idys she just seemed rather lonely. What else could she call it? Having such a marvelous voice yet not being able to share it with the world appeared to the witch as nothing but loneliness, of this the girl was certain, for she herself would have felt lonely had she been unable to share her creations with the world.

“But, even if it happens every year, we still need things like coats and scarves to stay warm, right? What if it’s the same for them!” It was foolproof logic, at least in her own opinion, it seemed only natural that if they were cold up there in the surface, the creatures underwater would be too. Idys didn’t want them to be cold, or scared, or lonely, all the result of a sense of empathy developed within the eagle after having such a bizarre upbringing. Maybe one day she would become a naturalist and care for all kinds of wonderful creatures, but today she was just a young school girl, and she could only do the things a young school girl was capable of, even if that was only as simple as throwing her scarf in the water.

And she jumped up when her friend suggested just that, turning back to look at the brunette with the sparkling stare so similar to that of an excited child. “Do you really think so!? Let’s do it, Junie!” She clapped her hands together with the announcement, all before turning back to stare at the lake. Soon. Soon she would be able to help, not even considering even the slightest possibility of her scarf disappearing into the deepest of the lake, forever forgotten and being of little interest to any of the creatures that lurked under those dark waters. Scarves were warm, cozy and nice, even a mermaid would agree as much, being a certainty that the girl’s afternoon sketches would consist of images of elegant nymphs with equally elegant pieces of cloth wrapped around their pale necks.

“Where should we do it?” Silvery eyes turned back to stare at the lioness for guidance, as if Juniper Holmes did in fact possess all the answers to Idys’ increasingly bizarre questions. “Do you think they would like my hat too? I know they like to comb their hair a lot so I’m not sure!” She tilted her head, the fluffy pink pom-pom wiggling lightly a top of it in an almost comical way. She had always liked fun things, and fun attires, her current clothing being the indisputable proof of such a thing. Pink may have seemed like a strange color to wear when once has hair fit for a pixie, if only she had cared about other’s perceptions of what was truly a harmonious combination. Pink made the girl smile, so did pom-poms and shirts that said Meow, it was all that mattered right?

Ah, but back to the mermaids. She needed to focus on helping the mermaids. Why was it so difficult to focus?

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Juniper had actually read in depth about Mermaids; most notably the differences between the mermaids present in the muggle world versus the magical world. There were many disagreements about their looks and temperaments, as well as conflicting myths and folklore. The lioness would have preferred them to be beautiful women who sat ocean-side and lake-side day after day, brushing their hair, singing, and collecting beautiful shells. But she knew, both from her research and her own spying, that the mer-creatures present in the Black Lake were anything but beautiful. Well, at least they weren’t her idea of beautiful. Something told her she shouldn’t say those thoughts aloud to Idys, especially with how concerned she was about their wellbeing.

“They could be deep enough in the water that they don’t feel the cold as much as we do,” Junie pointed out, “Though I suppose that’s not necessarily true for all of the creatures.” That was something she didn’t have a definitive explanation for… which… was surprising. Usually she found herself overflowing with enough ‘relevant’ knowledge to annoy anyone, but now she couldn’t explain to her friend why underwater creatures were actually perfectly fine during the winter months. They were fine, weren’t they? They all came back for spring and summer, so surely it didn’t kill them. Maybe they went into hibernation or something of the sort.

Such thoughts caused her to bite her lower lip in confusion, a gloved hand rubbing at the back of her neck nervously. Juniper Holmes didn’t like not knowing the answer. She could have described to Idys, in detail, the mermaid’s lair beneath the water. But she couldn’t explain why shoving a scarf through a hole in the ice probably wouldn’t be useful. Bloody hell. It was her suggestion, so she had to follow through with it, especially with how excited Idys appeared at the mere thought.

“Alright,” She conceded with a soft sigh and a small smile, trudging closer to the frozen waters with a critical eye. It had only just occurred to her how ridiculous it was for either of them to step out onto that ice. If they weren’t careful, they’d fall in, and then they’d be in real trouble. At the suggestion of gifting the hat, Junie glanced over to the witch and shook her head vehemently. “No, you keep that. You can’t help them if you freeze to death out here yourself, can you? You’re already giving up your scarf.” She resisted the urge to huff, but she couldn’t help but think the ravenclaw was adorable in her antics.

Bollocks. The seventh year turned her gaze back to the frozen expanse before her, lips pressing together in grim determination. She was about to walk across an icy lake just to assuage the fears of a cute girl. Why did she do this to herself? Every time. “The best place is probably a little further out. I’ll do it… I don’t want you falling in, okay?” Junie scooted closer to the edge and put one tentative, booted foot upon the ice. It held and it didn’t creak beneath her feet, which was a very good sign. Maybe this would go off without a hitch after all.

The gryffindor glanced back to her friend and smiled reassuringly. “Alright, gimme your scarf and I’ll go find a place for it.”

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Out of all the subjects at Hogwarts, Herbology was likely one of Idys’ least favorite. Not because of her dislike for plants, on the contrary, she loved drawing them, could spend hours painting the details of a flower, getting the right tonalities and textures; but because she had proven completely incapable of caring for another living being and that was just... saddening. It shouldn’t have been surprising, after all this is Idys Ward , the girl with an attention span more fit of a five year old child and a mind that quickly lost interest in things that were categorized as unexciting— caring for plants is rather tedious and the amount of time it takes for all the effort to give results is too much for the activity to be considered interesting. Thus, the blue and green eagle disliked herbology, yet she did love plants. Or at least liked them enough to know what a juniper was.

Juniper, Juniper, what an interesting name. Far more interesting than ‘Idys’, for the girl did not even know what hers meant. Yet she did know junipers, pretty junipers, small junipers, and tall tall junipers, junipers with their cute little berries, cute like the girl that was named after them. If only Idys had been named after something as interesting and appealing as junipers, but no, her name had no visible or real meaning at all, at least not to her, though in all honestly, she had never really done extensive research on the subject since it would clearly be a search that quickly hit a dead end, as most of them did, for the young witch just seemed to be completely unfit of that kind of tedious work. What an awful Ravenclaw.

Focus, Idys, focus, the small voice in her mind kept telling her. Focus? Focus on what? The mermaids! Right! The poor little mermaids in the cold cold winter waters. “Junie you’re doing an awful job at convincing me that they are okay! Maybe I should dive and go check on them myself!” The girl argued, arms crossed over her chest, staring at her friend with as much seriousness as she could manage. The result? A rather angry looking pout, as intimidating as a growling Pomeranian pup.

A pup that rapidly returned to its previous excitement the moment its friend conceded to its wishes, clapping hands together in energetic applause. “Yay! But are you sure they wont want my hat? I wouldn’t mind it! I have tons of long long blue hair to keep my tiny ears warm!” She stated, giving the lioness a double thumbs up which was fittingly accompanied by a toothy grin. Happiness and excitement came naturally to Idys, it seemed like almost anything made such feelings flourish, even if the girl herself would be quick to deny it, they seemed almost ever-present, reigning over her daily life in a throne made out of smiles and laughter. Though, maybe it was all just a carefully developed coping mechanism after living a terrifying life of constant change, if someone like Idys was even capable of consciously developing such a thing.

She looked . She looked at her friend and then she looked at the ice-covered lake, eyes rapidly going back and forward between Junie and the frozen background before violently shaking her head. “No, no, no, no! If we’re doing this, we’re doing this together! You’re not the boss of me, Junie! I’m coming with!” And this was a final statement, a statement followed by the cautious tip of a pink boot gently touching flat ice before quickly retreating, action repeated at least twice before the eagle finally place her foot firmly on the icy surface of the lake.

And there it stayed, unmoved.

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Idys had the sort of personality that sparkled brightly, glittering as if it were visible, whether she was elated or melancholy. She wore her emotions on her face and they contorted her features into scrunchy pouts and brilliant, toothy grins. No matter what the extreme, Juniper had come to find that her own feelings followed. Most of the time she was above the world around her. Uninterested in activities that most girls her age would have adored and reveled in day after day. Quite literally, her mind was almost always elsewhere, in far off lands. Exploring ancient sites and old tombs, discovering magical relics. Adventure was out there in the world waiting for her and if she dwelled, her mood soured, for she was confined to the Castle grounds. Most of the time, anyway.

Thankfully, it was a plight that Idys actually understood. At least to a degree. It was how they'd come to be friends. Junie had been more than eager to assault the ravenclaw with a million questions about the places she'd been, a question for a question for another question. Knowing that, it should have come as no surprise that the lioness truly felt kinship with the eagle. A rare feat when she glided through life, her nose in a book and her head in the clouds. Far, far away from Hogwarts. But she didn't quite know what to do with these feelings of friendship. The fact that she felt so compelled by the way Idys behaved threw her for an honest loop.

"Yeah, yeah I know... I'm sorry. I'll have to read up on that when we get back into the castle. I'm sure the library has plenty of books on the subject." Juniper chuckled sheepishly, grimacing momentarily as her stomach dropped. Idys' angry gaze set her heart hammering and it was a peculiar sensation that had her a bit unsteady on her feet. In normal circumstances, that pout wouldn't have intimidated her in the least bit. In fact, she was certain that Idys looking intimidating at all was nigh impossible, but it made her insides turn and twist all the same.

A smile cut through the dark expression and Junie breathed a sigh of relief, the tension in her chest easing, her form moving quickly to venture out onto the ice. "Yeah, but that hat looks really cute on you, Idys, so keep it. We can bring them out another hat later!" Even with her hair to protect her 'tiny' ears, she much preferred that she hold onto it just in case.

When the ice held and the gryffindor turned amber eyes back toward her ravenclaw friend, her lips parted in surprise at the sudden reprimand. She really should have known better than to think that Idys would stay back, but in the end, she'd tried. Nevertheless, Junie winced as the girl stepped forward with dogged determination only to falter as she moved to put her foot on the ice. When the pink book was there to stay, she sighed softly in resignation. "I have half a mind to pick your tiny arse back up and toss you into the snow," She grumbled, shaking her head. She'd only suggested that so that at least one of them would be free from the ice if it decided to break. It seemed that would not be the case. Hopefully it wouldn't matter. It shouldn't matter. They'd be fine.

"Well if you're going to stay out here you stubborn little pixie, then take my hand so we can at least use each other for balance. Let's go to the spot right oooooveeerrrr..." She gestured with a gloved hand just upward and to the left. "There. Where the ice is nice and white and thick. Should be safer to cut a hole out there, 'kay?" Juniper looked to her friend with a smile and held out her hand.

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Of all seasons, Winter was the most magical, for there was something fantastic about the way the whole world seemed to freeze in time (and freeze literally too), preserved under thick layers of snow and ice and remaining completely undisturbed. Idys Lorelei Ward had been born during an Autumn which didn’t seem like one, an Autumn in a place where it was all too hot to consider that any other season could reign it other than Summer. And it had reigned over her childhood ever since, filling it with shades of red, yellow, orange and pink no matter where she went, surrounded by sunlight and dry lands, playing under the scorching heat of a sun that mercilessly burned the skin of a girl who did not care for such things until it was too late and her face was reddened and in pain. The sun that burned crayons about which she would cry, the sun which she loved and looked forward to seeing once it was once again Summertime.

Until the age of ten, snow had been something that could only be imagined, a distant dream, a story told by her father, as no matter where they went, it had always been avoided, always following the eternal Summer. But the heat of the sun is no match for the winters of Scandinavia, and such was a lesson soon learned by the younger members of the Ward family. Her father’s research would often lead them to the strangest of places, and Idys did not understand or care for what was the pattern, for she was a child and such thing had never been of the witch’s interest anyways. Snow, however, did interest her, and her silvery eyes had widened in excitement, she had been cold, oh so cold, but it did not matter. Her brother had complained and she had laughed at him, grabbing his hand and heading straight for the outdoors, jumping onto the snow the same way she often jumped on mattresses. Except she sank, fall cushioned by frozen fractal, making giggles of excitement rise up as she instinctively began to make a rather misshaped snow angel.

From that moment onward, the girl had loved Winter as much as she did Summer, had let it take over subject in her paintings and drawings, had missed it once it had been abandoned for the humid Amazon lands, and had cherished it once it had been regained at Ilvermorny. And now she also cherished it at Hogwarts, because even while concerned about the well being of mermaids, Idys could not help but think of the beauty of the lake, fingers itching to hold her brush and paint that scene over canvas. She had been distracted, and the complement quickly drove such thoughts away, making the blue-haired eagle smile brightly at her friend. “Okie! And we could bring them blankets too, and oh oh...hot cocoa? Can mermaids have hot cocoa under a lake? What if they’ve never had hot cocoa!? Oh no! Poor mermaids! I wonder if they’ve tried marshmallows...I love marshmallows!” Idys commented, distress taking over for mere seconds before quickly getting distracted by thoughts of candy with strange textures.

Once upon a time, a much smaller Idys Ward, with blonde hair instead of blue one, had tried ice-skating with her friends, soon discovering that she lacked the coordination or skill to ever figure-skate as her backside soundly hit the ice and it hurt of days and days. It could have made her wary of stepping on ice, but it didn’t. It could have made her stop trying, but it didn’t. It could have stopped her from having fun, but it didn’t. And it certainly did not make her any more cautious now, as that pink boot was there to say and she would cross that whole lake for the mermaids if she had to. “Wha- If you do that I’ll just go running back onto the lake!” She declared, sticking her tongue to the lioness for a mere second before a giggle left her. She listened to Junie, nodding a couple of times at the instructions just so they girl would know she was in fact listening and not spacing out as usual, though for how long such instructions would be remembered was yet to be discovered.

Idys then stared at the offered hand, blinking a couple of times before taking it with a determination only fit of a child who had no fears of the world as she had only seen the best of it. “Let’s do this!” She encouraged loudly, beaming and grinning before stepping forward decisively and almost sliding onto the ice in the process. She held onto her friend’s arm for balance, looking down at the ice with a slight pout. “Eck. Okay maybe you go first, ye?”

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