It was late, and Quidditch practice had gone on a little longer than Frank had expected it to. Everyone had gone back to the common room twenty minutes ago, but Frank... he was still flying around on his broom. There were entirely too many things on his plate this year. He was actually surprised that he had so much as survived the first two weeks of school. Head Boy, captain of the Quidditch team, coursework, patrols, Slug Club, reading, solving everyone's problems, dating, and NEWTs at the end of the year. It was all too much, and the short time he was doing it had burned him out all ready. How on earth was he supposed to keep this up for the rest of the year? It was because of everything that he hung back on the pitch and just flew around for a little while longer.
When he finally left, the sun was starting to set, and the sky was orange and pink. Come the end of the school year, Frank would miss seeing these sunsets. Just like he would miss seeing the sunrises from the Gryffindor common room. It was his preoccupation with the setting sun that didn't let him notice the parson in the lake, not until he heard the splash of the water, anyway. Once he did, he looked over and walked quickly toward the body of water.
"Oi," he called out, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Honestly, who in their right mind went swimming in that lake? "Out of the water!"