"By the sea Mister Snape, that's the life I covet, by the sea Mister Snape, oh I know you'd love it, you and me Mister..." Ariadne stopped singing, "That doesn't really work does it? I should have thought this through better."
Professor Snape rolled his eyes at his wife.
Meanwhile the seventh year students were frolicking in the waters off the coast of Cornwall. Well most of them were frolicking in the waters. Granger was seated under a sun umbrella, absorbing knowledge from a large tome, predictably entitled 'Hogwarts: a history' while not far down the beach Blaise Zabini was tanning himself in a pair of swimming trunks as thin as dental floss. Regardless to say Michael Corner Theodore Nott, Ernie MacMillan and Seamus Finnegan couldn't bear to look at the dark boy without almost creaming themselves.
"It's so nice to see the students unwinding isn't it Professor Tonks?" Dumbledore, who was bedecked in his full, horizontal striped linen bathing suit, asked.
Nymphadora simply nodded, fearing that if she opened her mouth she would never stop laughing at the headmaster.
Suddenly there was a loud scream as Anthony Goldstein was attacked by a large aquatic beast. Suddenly the beast disappeared and Jayne surfaced holding Anthony's swimming shorts.
"He really is Jewish!" She declared.
"I could have told you that," Michael yelled, as Anthony blushed a very deep shade of red.
"He would have made a good scarlet whore," Ari managed to choke from her laughter. Even Professor Snape cracked a grin.
Sometime later Trip and Jayne were lying on the beach together. Michael Corner was still waist deep in the sea.
"Oh Trip," Jayne gushed, "isn't this romantic?"
"Bit too stereotypical for my tastes," Trip commented.
"Yeah same," Jayne said, "Look, a police boat. I wonder if we can sink it?"
Trip promptly threw a tree at it.
Followed by another 393 trees. Only one of which hit the target.
"Bullseye!" Trip cried and Jayne giggled.
They watched as it slowly sunk below the waves. A whirring distracted the pair.
Michael pointed into the sky at a passing rescue helicopter.
"Look," Jayne repeated, "a rescue helicopter. I wonder if we can sink that too?"
She hurled a fireball into the sky and hit the helicopter in one go."
"Nice aim m'dear."
"Thank you Trip darling," she returned.
A bubble of air promptly followed, surrounding the flaming mass as it fell to the sea where it bobbed along with the tide. Michael Corner darted from the water to avoid getting hit. His erection was evident in his clinging trunks.
"You been perving at my wife again," Trip called, laughing.
"No daaarling, I could see up your shorts from the water."