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Phoenix Abraxas Malfoy (

Phoenix had steered clear of the Lake, or any body of water at all costs since his third year. He found it neither relaxing nor comforting- in fact it gave him a tremendous amount of discomfort being even a foot away from the Lake's edge. It was due to an accident where he almost drowned in his early Hogwarts years that was the root of his fears, of the now cold fist tightening around his chest. He could feel Dominique giving her a look and he told himself to act as if he didn't notice. "Kitchens. Right." he managed to say steadily, as they turned and trudged back up the grounds, his fingers lightly still touching her arm, as if to make sure she didn't insist on turning back. "A little food in my stomach would be good. I doubt it will ruin my appetite for dinner anyway."

When they had reached the path leading to the picth, he noticed the gravel under his feet were more coarse, making the path slightly tricky to walk on. Thankfully, she hasn't asked about why he didn't want to cross to the lake. It would have been most embarrassing if he had to admit why. "Do you play Quidditch?" he asked, curious in a way as his eyes reached the goal hoops at one end of the arena. He was just making conversation.

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