"I am nothing to do with this!" Theta cried after Josie and Ariadne, still perched on the cushions in the middle of the tent. She screwed her face up, willing herself to stay put and not get involved, forcing her feeling of responsibility to stop Josie doing whatever mischief she was doing to go away. Josie was not Zeta or Eta.

Theta opened her eyes and realised Ambrose was in conversation with Andromeda Gamp, who seemed strangely old for the party. There was someone's dog at their feet, eyes fixed on the barbecue.

"Are we the sensible ones?" Theta asked, approaching. "Or the boring ones?"

"The grown up ones maybe." Said Andromeda. "The gap between early and late twenties has never felt greater." Ambrose's cousin Theta was pretty. That would be why Ed Pratt liked her. Witch Weekly trying to hook him up with a younger model. But Pratt was not here. Andie did not want to embarrass Theta Pepper by asking about him. "But the food will be done before they get back. Get it while it is hot." Andromeda gestured to them both. Waved her wand. Assembled a hot dog. Sausage. Bun. Relish. Eat this. Give her birthday blessings to Hericho. Bottle of Death & Co's finest wrapped up.

"Only if they catch me." Yelled Josie running back up the sand to the tent. "Or you snitch Gampy!" Josie burst through the opening.

The tent was almost empty. Just Theta, Ambrose and Andromeda. The smell of BBQ meat was delicious. All the stronger for going out into the fresh salty air. "Is it ready?" Josie skipped forward. Like an excited Labrador. Assembled a cheese burger. Bit into it. Groaned with pleasure. Gorgeous. "Nice one Ambrose. Better tell the others."

Josie skipped to the tent door. Threw it open. Bellowed "GRUB'S UP!" at the sea. No wand needed. She was that loud. "See how easy it was to get back into those clothes guys." Said Josie to herself and munched on her burger.

As random sprays of water were sent from naked swimmer to naked swimmer, Anton found himself completely enthralled in peaceful, inter-magical-ability fun.  Really, when both magical folks and muggles alike were willing to splash around in their birthday suits, it was clear they had more in common than most people assumed. 

At least on the macro-level.  On the micro-level, Anton couldn't help but notice he was he only one that didn't seem to be shivering.  Ah well.  There wasn't anyone here he was really trying to impress. 

Okay.  Maybe there was.  But, she was clearly already called for by the other team so there wasn't anything to lose. 

A few more good splashes and a blind grab at someone's leg to pull them under the water (Anton was being polite and keeping his eyes closed so he didn't know who had been the 'victim' until he'd heard the startled scream) and then someone was shouting out about cooked food.  After a few parting water shots, Anton swam back towards the shore and made a beeline for his clothes.  Only to find they were ... tampered with?

Trousers persisted on falling off.  Shirt barely fit over one arm and shoulder (and Anton was far from buff).  Anton glanced towards his other water-faring party goers to see if they were having similar issues.  And, if so, steal their solutions just as unabashedly as Anton had cheated off of Sasha's papers back in school.   

"Hey now!  No fair picking on the magically-inept," he called, good-naturedly.  Still 'negotiating' with his clothes, he started back towards the tent.  Finally, after admitting defeat and opting for good old mundane problem solving (which was how muggles got the massive world wide web, thank you very much), Anton stopped to shed the trousers and turn them upside down.  Knotting the legs together and slipping his head through allowed the pants to be warn as a makeshift apron.  It left the backside a little breezy but, you steal a man's clothes and you see a man's butt. 

Gris loved the feel of the water on her, although it did feel weird, she was used to baths but the feeling of swimming completely free was...certainly different. But that all soon vanished as there was splashing at others, it was wonderful and she quickly skimmed her hand over the water to spray it up and at the others around her, she managed to keep her wand on her throughout, until at least she felt herself being dragged down.

With a yelp she was pulled underwater as her leg was dragged down, she didn't quite see who dragged her, but she only just managed to close her eyes before the saltwater got in them, for her she was thankful for the instinct, not just to protect her eyes from the salt water, but to protect her from the sight she might otherwise see if she had opened them. She squirmed in the water and as she pulled herself back up she felt her wand slip from her fingers before getting back up, only to hear that food was ready.

With a soft smirk she waved her wand, and a small mutter under her breath she created a from further out to come towards the group, not big enough to affect those on land, but certainly enough to push those still in the water towards land in one soggy pile if they didn't hurry up.

Once out of the water she flicked her wand to dry her torso as her shirt from earlier flew down, she couldn't quite be bothered to try putting on a bikini while wet.

"Someone say food?" She almost purred