Heated Area: Pavel & Galad
Galad was there to do not only his dives, but his darling Felicity's as well. All in all, it came to eleven dives and he was on his fifth. The cold water had been a shock and a thrill, which put a strain on Galad's concentration set aside to keep up his glamour. He was torn between dropping the glamour for convenience, and keeping it up because no one at the school other than his brother and Felicity had the privilege of seeing his true image. Galad, for now, kept his amethyst eyes and midnight blue skin hidden beneath a standard Norwegian pale human color.
"Pavel!" Galad cried cheerfully when the boy turned around. The elf clapped him on both shoulders and dragged him in close for a quick brotherly embrace. Icy water clung to Galad's bare skin and transferred to Pavel, part of Galad's intention in hugging him. The other part was to publicly show his friendship with the poor pariah of a boy. Galad was quite popular and Pavel was decidedly not. The scandal of Felicity's pregnancy had not made Galad a recluse by any shape of the word. He flaunted himself even more, wherever he went, only holding back and stopping himself when it came to seducing any other sexual partners.
"My friend! You're entirely too dry to be walking that direction. Come!" Turning Pavel around, Galad hooked his arm around Pavel's shoulders and moved closer to the lake. "How many do you have?"