“It’s one of my favourite places in the world. It’s usually quiet and dad never comes out here anymore,” Bella stated, a warm smile growing on her face as she looked out at the lake. The view was perfect and held a lot of good memories for the Ravenclaw. “And I’m a great swimmer. Our house elf nanny used to call me a little fish because I never wanted to get out of the water.”
Bella took another sip from her bottle, her hand becoming wet from the condensation, and she couldn’t help but place her hand against her neck. It wasn’t as cool as what the bottle would have been but it helped. “You don’t go camping anymore? Out grown it or become to busy?” Bella asked turning her attention back to Misha.