Who: Brendon and Pete. Where: The pool room. Yes. There is/will be a swimming pool room. When: Middle of the day, some time.
There were fewer things in life more satisfying than doing something and having it turn out spectacularly. This was the excuse Brendon was giving for spending so much time and effort with Pete trying to build this infuriatingly epic muggle swimming pool, though secretly, he was looking forward to the day they could open this baby up and christen it The Wentz-Urie Swimming Pool, complete with a wall plaque that heralded the blood, sweat and triumph that went into creating it. They had spent a week alone on determining what shape it should be in the ground, and had moved past the trivial lining issue (Brendon wanted turquoise tiles that sparkled gold in the sunlight, and had not gotten his way) which meant they were now free to focus their all together brilliant ideas on the crowning glory. The slide, they had decided on, looking wistfully at pictures from pamphlets.
The only issue was, being a slide, it had to be made from plastic, which was entirely a mysterious muggle invention. Where would they get it from in the first place? What was it made from? Preordering a slide from a muggle manufacturer seemed entirely like cheating, but otherwise, they were stumped.
"I don't know, dude," Brendon said, sitting on the edge of the pool, kicking his heels against the tile. The pool sat empty, because water sanitation seemed way too scary for them to attempt yet. "Unless we like, make a stone slide and charm it to stay permanently slippery, I am out of ideas."