Drabble Wars: Write your character having a verbal or physical disagreement with another woman, on whatever situation you choose.
Chocolate Frog Card: (Silver) Shrake: Challenge: Incorporate someone fishing into your story.
Word Count: 270
"You're doing it wrong," Rowena piped up, flicking through the pages of her book as she tried to find the page that she'd been on. She'd gotten distracted by Helga's attempts at fishing and the breeze had caught the light parchment, travelling her to a chapter that she had yet to reach.
"I am not," Helga huffed, glaring over her shoulder at the witch. Salazar and Godric were sat further around the lake, close enough to hear and converse with the two witches if they chose but far enough to appear separated.
"You are," Rowena responded, shooting her a teasing smirk. "You're meant to have the bait move in some form or another; having it sit motionless isn't going to get anything."
"You don't know that," Helga frowned. "You don't even fish."
"No, I don't," Rowena agreed. "But I read and I observe and I have observed both Godric and Salazar catching multitude of fish due to the light movements they've caused their baits to do, enticing the fish into their trap. Your bait has yet to catch a fish."
Before Helga could reply, her rod bent, indicating that something was hooked. She shot a smug smirk in her friend's direction before reeling it in, only to reveal a large clump of moss stuck on the end. It had most likely shifted in the water and got stuck on the hook.
"Good catch," Rowena chuckled. "I'd hate for you to have to change your methods to my suggestion now that you're clearly reeling them in."
Helga glared. She hated Rowena's knowledge sometimes, for it made winning an argument almost impossible.