Swimming with Nemo

[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

((Semi-open rp that takes place Sunday morning.))

The day after taking Nemo for a ride on his broom, Oliver led the child out to the lake. He had a few towels and swim shorts thrown over his shoulder. In his pocket was the gillyweed from Professor Maturin. Oliver wasn't taking any chances with the suddenly human fish. The water was going to be cold, but Oliver figured that it built character. He had owled Lord Wolfram before leaving the castle, and the pair waited on the shore of the lake for the demon. "You ready for this, Nemo?" he asked as he plopped down on the rocks.

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[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

"Don't worry, Nemo, it's gonna be all right." He held out the swim shorts. "You should put these on so you don't get your pants wet."

[nemofound.livejournal.com]

"No, don't wanna, I need my orange! We can magic me dry."

((OOC: Since Nemo's clothes essentially represent his scales, his mun questions the wisdom of removing them.))

[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

"Uh, okay. If that's what you want."

[nemofound.livejournal.com]

Oliver hands Nemo the gillyweed, and Nemo chews it. Shortly, he feels the gills begin to form, and he sighs with relief.