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A mermaid was staring at him.
Kurama had found a moldering old boat out behind a sad looking tree by the lake, and after an hour of staring at it, he'd pushed it out onto the water, climbed in, and let it drift. He'd tethered it (sort of) to shore, but for the most part the boat did its own thing, meandering slowly out to the deepest part of the lake.
( The Mermaids native to the lake certainly did leave a lot to be desired, he thought after a while. )
At least he could just float out in the quiet, for a while. Until Hogwarts decided to happen at him again.
Kurama had found a moldering old boat out behind a sad looking tree by the lake, and after an hour of staring at it, he'd pushed it out onto the water, climbed in, and let it drift. He'd tethered it (sort of) to shore, but for the most part the boat did its own thing, meandering slowly out to the deepest part of the lake.
( The Mermaids native to the lake certainly did leave a lot to be desired, he thought after a while. )
At least he could just float out in the quiet, for a while. Until Hogwarts decided to happen at him again.