Who: Ainsley and Rolf Scamander What: Running into each other and discussing necessary truths Where: The beach When: Sunday Night Status/Rating: Incomplete/Low
Ainsley was taking her nightly swim. She had left her journal on her bed, her conversation with her brother about telling the truth eating at her. She couldn't tell him that she was jealous. She was jealous of something she was sure she had never wanted. Sure, maybe she would've liked for someone to understand her as well as Rolf did, but that didn't mean she wanted to get married or any of that. She was happy single! She knew that, but that stupid baggage was making her wish...
No. She knew, rationally, that she didn't want any of that. She didn't need any of that.
Ainsley groaned and made her way to the shore. Usually swimming would clear her head, unless she was with Penny and then she had a lovely distraction, and make her feel better, regardless what was wrong. Tonight she wasn't so lucky. She reached her towel, quickly drying off before slipping her shorts on and a shirt, not wanting to walk into the town naked. Not wanting to walk into the town at all. Instead, she put the towel behind her head, laid back on the sand, and closed her eyes, half-hoping she would fall asleep there.