#19 Black Waters

Kassia's legs were absolutely killing her. First they went on a colossal marathon yesterday during care of magical creatures, and now she had to drag herself out to the stupid boathouse yet again. Surely adults didn't have to do so much physical exercise for their jobs? This was peasant work. It didn't help that she was carrying three rocks the size of melons. Kassia vowed never to eat a melon again.

However, she was curious about the little box Professor Rivera had given her. It had a selection of small stones that she had to levitate into the lake. Was it fish food? Something that absorbed toxins? Kassia was full of questions, mainly because they distracted her from her screaming feet.

She finally made it to the boathouse. Kassia looked around herself, made sure no one was there, and let out a massive sigh. She was tired, but not tired enough to sit on filthy grass. Instead she crouched down and placed the box on the ground, opening it. She eyed the stones critically and took the moment for a rest before glancing around herself.

She needed to hit it with a stick. How wonderfully Stone Age. Kassia stood up and moved around slowly, searching. She had to look a surprisingly long time for a good enough stick. Most were covered in disgusting moss, too thin, or too heavy. When she finally found a good one, Kassia made her way back over to the box. She gave a few swings to practice, and then reached for her wand. Better to get this over with now.

"Wingardium leviosa."

The first stone rose into the air, wobbling slightly as it did. It floated just in front of her face, slowly rotating. Kassia stepped back and wound up with her stick, trying to remember when she had played American baseball in Muggle school. As hard as she could, she cracked the stick against the stone. It went soaring over the water, splashing into the lake a few meters away.