Gellert laughed when she stuck out her tongue and resisted the compulsive urge to respond in kind. "I think you did," he said, letting his feet find secure purchase on the lake floor again. It really had been too long since he'd been able to do this. Albus was not much for swimming (and they had been far too distracted with their own plans and enthusiasm in Godric's Hollow to find the time for much of anything that did not lend itself easily to impromptu philosophical debate) and in both Czechoslovakia and Germany he had been far too consumed by his work to indulge in hobbies.
Pity. He had forgotten how clear-headed he felt after emerging from the water, cold but sharp and focused. Never tired, not in the least.
Roxie was a sweet girl, Gellert thought. Too sweet for her own good at times, though he had seen the edges to her personality in her competitive attitude regarding the chess game they had played. He had yet to identify a precise use for her beyond that of entertainment, listening to her stories of how her mother warned her against him and relishing the thought that he was even indirectly sowing such discord among the heroes of the future--but he found that he did not mind her company in its own right. It was enough to make him want to seek out a task that she could fulfill for him.