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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Flying assignment #8 - You're trying something new and your pairing should as well! This could be anything from a new food to a new sport but one of your pairing should be showing some nerves and discomfort but in the end, would try it. Whether they enjoyed it or not, is up to you. (extra prompt used: (object) a wardrobe)


"Don't tell me you have never tried swimming," Hermione argued as she hurled a batch of clothing into a sports bag from the wardrobe she had been digging in.

"No, I haven't," Sirius replied. "I had magic from the moment I was born, remember?"

"I've seen pureblooded wizards who could swim," Hermione retorted and shook her head in disbelief. "My guess is that you were simply too lazy to learn."

"Not true," Sirius shook his head. "My parents deemed swimming unworthy of learning, so even, so I couldn't swim even if I wanted."

"Well, then it is about time you did," Hermione exclaimed in a tone that suggested no place for arguments. "Come on," she grabbed the man's forearm and pulled him into a side-along apparition.

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"I can't do this," Sirius whined as Hermione lowered herself into one of the five feet deep pools of the water park they were currently in. "I'm going to drown, and there will be a sign engraved on my tombstone, advertising my shameful death."

"Don't be such a crybaby," Hermione rolled her eyes. "There are five-year-old children swimming in this exact pool; can you see any of them drowning?"

"...No," Sirius answered hastily. "But..."

"No buts, Sirius," Hermione remarked. "You're over forty, for Merlin's sake! When did you plan on learning to swim?"

"I didn't," Sirius pointed out. "I just didn't want to inform you; you looked so delighted when you suggested we visit a water park."

"I appreciate that," Hermione smiled faintly before frowning. "Now, get your lazy bum in the pool; I don't want to spend my whole day disputing over you and your irrational fear of deep water."

"It isn't irrational," Sirius huffed. "I'm just taking the necessary precautions. "

"Oh, come on," Hermione rolled her eyes once again, grabbed hold of Sirius' hand and yanked him forward. He stumbled into the pool after he had lost his balance, and arrived headfirst into the water.

It was only mere moments later that he came back up, his hair sticking to his face and sputtering.

"What was that for?" He asked when he could finally inhale a breath of fresh air.

"If I hadn't tugged you in, you would never have set your foot in here," Hermione shrugged. "So I thought I would give you a bit of encouragement."

"Sometimes I wonder why weren't you sorted into Slytherin," Sirius sighed.

"But you haven't died yet, have you?" Hermione retorted. "I honestly don't see why were you so nervous; personally, I'm enjoying this pool. And now you can finally teach you how to swim. See, it's not that bad, is it?"

"I guess not," Sirius grumbled under his breath.

"You're always so moody when you're proven wrong," Hermione slapped his shoulder playfully, then gave him a peck on the cheek as compensation.

"Come on," she encouraged. "I want to show you the slides."