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Iliachtída smiled at Emma the Banana and answered. “Always a pleasure, Emma the Banana. My name is Iliachtída, but I call myself Ilia in my head.” Actually, Lily was the one that started to call her Ilia, since she didn’t have any other friends. When Lily disappeared, no one ever talked to her, so she just assumed that, if anyone would talk to her, they would have to call her ilia. Now that they properly met, Ilia watched some fluorescent fishes under the water. “I think it’s beautiful. The view there is worth the cold.”

“I mean can I just call you Lila because I would not be able to pronounce your legit name without butchering it.” Emma said trying to find what Lila was talking about. “You know what I don’t think I see the world like you do.” She admitted. This girl was something else, like she wasn’t like anyone Emma’s ever known before and that really intrigued her. “What’s the water like?” Emma wondered half thinking about going inside for herself.

Iliachtída frowned. “You should not approach fairies”, she said in a dreamy voice, and added calmly, “they are really nice but like to attack people that upset them… like that.” She started to splash water once again, but the water didn’t reach the girl and she ended up wet. Ilia took a rock in the lake and threw it in the water, looking at the movements of the water, and feeling the coldness through her legs. Humming a little song, Ilia tried to see through the water. “By the way my name is Ilia and I would like to know your name”.

“Hey hey I am a very elegant and graceful woman, fairies would fucking love me.” Emma replied unconcerned about fairies. Emma watched as the lake moved thanks to the girl and the rock, water was so cool she thought. She tried to relax again but the girl started talking again, it was obviously not a mermaid or a dead person but whatever. “My name is Emma the Banana.” She replied in a joking tone.

Ilia looked at the new one. The girl looked like a normal person, but with a slight something else, a love for nature, per example. Cupping water into her hands, she answered: “If I was a dead lake person, I’d choose to stay under the lake.” Iliachtída wanted to get out of the lake to properly greet the girl, but she decided to speak once again. “I think that you’re dead, and I love your eyes.” She complimented the girl, as usual, and crossed her arms. “I would like you gentle dead person to join me in the water.”, she said, and started splashing water at the girl, laughing.

The dead person was talking. Now Emma had to get up from her very comfortable yet odd sleeping position. She didn’t want to move very much she just sat up and let her feet dangle into the water a little bit. Instead of getting into the water and splashing, she just kicked the splashes back. “You know what dead people do rise, also if I was dead then I would not be here. I would be in a magical meadow with fairies surrounding the flowers in my hair.” Emma sighed at that relaxing though and layed down once again.

Iliachtída liked a lot of things that people found weird. Walking barefoot, exploring dark forests and talking to dangerous animals like they’re her friends. However, she sometimes appreciated the same things as many people, such as swimming in the lake, eating, or cooking with the houseelves. Ilia decided that this season was perfect to splash a little bit in the water. Just a little bit before the dinner, she joyfully headed to the lake, that she preferred at night. If she was lucky, she’d maybe meet the giant squib, her dearest friend of the lake. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the water and started to immerse a little when she heard someone behind her. She turned around.

Emma liked to be outside, mainly because sometimes the sun made her feel like bread in a toaster. Over the years she’s found that the best place to lay in the sun is right by the lake, on the deck. It was pretty warm outside so she didn’t necessarily need a blanket, though it was highly uncomfortable to sleep without one. Walking to the lake she didn’t notice anyone, so when she heard someone rise up from the lake, Emma’s cat like sleeping position was broken. “Hello yes, are you a dead lake person?”

Kellan never thought that keeping a notebook on him would ever really do any good, it was more of a creative notion. Half of all the lyrics he wrote he scrapped. The fact the he was using it to talk to someone kind of impressed him.

Emma forced a small smile, this guy was complaining about not having his amp made him sound like a pretentious douche bag. She nodded and smiled just for politeness because she didn’t want to seem like she was interested, because she loved muse behind the music. 

Kellan watched her for a second, confused by her hand motions, but he finally got her message. She couldn’t talk for some reason. He continued strumming his guitar slowly, trying to figure out if he should try to talk to her. Suddenly he remembered that he had a notebook and pen in his guitar case to write down lyrics. “Hold on.” He rummaged through balled up paper or lyrics that didn’t make the cut, pulling the notebook out and handing it to her. “If you want to talk, you can just write down whatever here.” 

Emma took the notepad and pen, she was relieved that he had a writing device, charades is a fun game but it has the ability to get old real fast. There was a lot of stuff she wanted to say so it was going to be very hard to write everything down. She opened the notebook to a fresh page and started going to town on the page. 

“I have to say, thats a new comment on my looks” Skyler said with a grin, leaning against the desk behind them. “Close combats fine, but come on, you can’t say theres something better than being able to take out enemies at a distance and remain almost completely unharmed most of the time” They argued, head tilted. They liked talking about weapons and fighting styles in all honesty. 

“You don’t really look like a dish rag, from a far you have a nice face.” Emma smiled politely feeling a little bad for her previous comment. “Also though taking enemies out from a distance provides a good surprise and no harm to you, close combat let’s you look into their dying eyes.” She argued back while picking up an axe. “Like if I were to kill you right now with this, I’d be able to see those pretty golden brown eyes of yours just die.” she continued with a goofy tone and smile. 

Kellan hadn’t been in the best mood lately, the rain definitely did nothing for his mood, and only seemed to be making it worse. He wasn’t sad, really, just bored. Everything seemed incredibly dull. There hadn’t been anything interesting going on around the castle, most people absorbed in their studies. 

Emma felt like she was dead, her nose was stuffed and her throat killed her every time she talked. Leaving her dorm did not seem to be an option, the hufflepuff common room was too much for her so the real outside would probably result in her death.