Who: Ainsley Scamander and Adrian Pucey What: Meeting! Where: Random patch of grass by the shops When: Monday, early evening Rating/Status: Medium for two potty-mouths?/Incomplete
That had been a bad date. If it had been in her nature, Ainsley would've just hid out in her bungalow, trying to forget it. As it was, she had just spent the last few days working, and swimming, stopping in for a few chats with Rolf to get it off her mind. Now though, she felt like she had successfully put that night with Remus behind her.
Swimming was probably the most relaxing thing to do on the island. She had decided that since it was day, and she knew there were children (and family members) around that she would actually wear the bikini that she had bought. Contrary to popular belief, she could actually be somewhat responsible.
Dripping wet, and with her shorts on over her bottoms, though not buttoned, cause there was no point for that, she made her way back to her bungalow. She didn't want to go back really, she was too fond of the weather right now. It felt nice, warm and breezy, and she saw a very comfortable looking patch of grass up ahead. She didn't have anything to do, there was no reason for her to go back to her bungalow, so she made her way towards the grass, plopping down ungracefully.
She put her hands behind her head, her eyes closing as the sun dried the beads of water that were clinging to her bare stomach.