Harold didn't expect her hands on his thighs, and he felt a ripple of something pass through him, though he wasn't sure what it was. He moved a little closer, pressing their bodies together gently. To guide her, obviously... "Oh, trust me, this is good. You'll like it... I think you will... but it's pretty cool," He replied, leaning closer to her ear, "Ok, walk forward. Careful.. slow..."
He used his hands over her eyes and his hips to guide Sally around a tree and a mouldy log and slightly down a slope before stopping her. "Ta-dah!" He laughed and pulled his hands away.
The place he'd guided her to was the edge of the Black Lake. But it wasn't deep or open like the edges most of the students would sit or walk by, it was shallow. Very shallow. More like a small pool between the tall, thick trees of the forest. Roots weaved their way through the inches-deep water and across the surface. It was so still and peaceful, and only slightly lit that the surface appeared as if a mirror. The whole area was a large, black, stained-glass window.