Scrying: What is it?

Divination is a useful discipline for most occultists, witches, and magicians, but as most of us know, it can take many forms. Today, I would like to discuss scrying, and what makes that particular technique what it is, how it differs from other methods, because there’s been some discussion recently about what it really means to scry.

The term “scry” merely means “to see.” The word is a shortening to the 16th century term “descry,” which had the connotation of seeing something distantly, in a difficult manner, yet having the discernment to realize its nature. Oddly, the word is related to an Old French term “crïer,” which implied a proclamation of what one saw. Either way, though, in the modern lexicon, scrying is generally understood as a method of divination wherein one invites clairvoyant visions, usually via gazing at a translucent or semi-translucent medium (like the ubiquitous crystal ball), though other methods exist.

Authors often disagree, though, on what exactly constitutes scrying as opposed to another means of divination. Most would agree that using Tarot cards, runes, or another similar system of sortilege does not constitute scrying, whereas staring into a still pool of water and inducing visions would indeed be such. Donald Tyson, in his book, Scrying for Beginners, succinctly defines scrying as follows:

Scrying is the deliberate act of perceiving events that lie beyond the range of the physical senses by using the agents of the unconscious mind. The scryer is separated from the things scried by distance, by time, or by levels of consciousness. Usually visual images are scried, but it is possible to scry sounds, scents, sensations, and flavors. Any impression you can pick up with the senses of your body can also be received at a distance by your mind alone through scrying.

Donald Tyson. Scrying For Beginners (p. 3). Llewellyn - A. Kindle Edition.

This definition differs considerably from that either given or implied by other authors. For example, by Tyson’s definition, a witch who stares into flames and interprets the popping and crackling of branches thrown in as a favorable omen would be divining, but would not be scrying. Cassandra Eason, Dixie Deerman, and others, though, describe such activities specifically as scrying. Thus, there’s some lowkey controversy as to what it really means to scry.

I personally hold to the definition utilized by Tyson, just because it makes the most sense to me and is most helpful in separating what I do when I scry from what I do as a diviner in other contexts. Essentially, I argue that one is only scrying if and only if the images/symbols/impressions one receives “lie beyond the range of the physical sense.” In other words, if I’m gazing at clouds and one looks like a sheep, it may have divinatory implications, but I would not have scryed a sheep, because the sheep (or at least that which resembles it) is physically present and thus received by my normal senses, just as I might glance at a Tarot card.

The test, for me, in determining whether something is “scrying” or not would be whether others present during the process perceive the same thing. If I’m with friends and we’re all scrying in a balefire, we’re likely to all receive different visions, whereas if we’re practicing normal divinatory pyromancy, we’ll perceive the same phenomena and bursts of light, though perhaps interpret them differently.

With this, too, is the question of whether one “reads” or “sees.” If you’re reading (as I do with Tarot and Lenormand, and other systems), the symbols you’re interpreting are physically present and arrive in your mind via your normal senses. If you’re seeing, as you do when scrying, you’re receiving clairvoyant information and physicality is taken out of the equation.  This definition may irk some folks, though, who might realize that, within it, things like automatic writing and closed-eye visions would be considered scrying, though there’s nary a crystal ball in sight.

To further illustrate the distinction I’m making, let’s consider two hypothetical diviners. Mary scries, whereas Amelia does not. They use similar methods/mediums and may even receive very similar information via their divination, but the techniques they’re using are quite different.

Mary and Amelia light a balefire, and Amelia reads the patterns formed by the flames, their crackling sound, and the bursts of light in search of signs for the year ahead. Mary, however, stares at the center of the flame and sees images of herself as she might be in the future. Later, the twosome burns some incense, and Amelia interprets omens within the whorls and smoke, while Mary is inundated with images arising from the smoke. In short, Mary sees what isn’t physically there, while Amelia reads what is. Both can and often do get similar impressions, but the technique is different.

In my experience, both “reading” (cards, shells, etc) and “seeing” (i.e., scrying) can be equally effective, but may not be so for everyone. Some folks will just naturally be better at one rather than the other, and this may shift over time depending on your level of practice and experience with a given method. I used to be quite adept at scrying, but my focus has shifted many times and I’m only recently regaining what I was capable of seeing before, whereas my cartomancy skills have remained steady over time just by virtue of constant practice.

The Truth’s Never Been this Hard

Request: Please could you write a Four/Tobias x reader where (Y/n) is best friends with Tris and is in love with Four, but refuses to admit that due to her friendship with Tris. When Four requests the three of them be put on trial in Candor using a truth serum, (Y/N) is nervous, but believes nothing about her feelings will come up, but they do.

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Originally posted by lifessong95

Everything was so complicated.

Tobias was in love with Tris.

Tris was in love with Tobias.

Not that hard right?

At least not until someone realizes that you, Tris’ best friend, was also in love with Tobias.

Then things got wonky.

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I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me. I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretence, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.
—  José Micard Teixeira
Scrying Methods: The Sky as Mirror

Originally posted by banshy

Though Tarot and other forms of cartomancy tend to be discussed more, scrying is a useful skill for any witch, diviner, or magical practitioner. If you’re not familiar with the concept, scrying is the art of inducing visions by fixing one’s gaze on a surface or object. When most people hear the term, they think of the old cliche where someone gazes into a crystal ball in order to foretell the future, and that’s indeed a form of scrying, though there are many. Many famous magicians and clairvoyants employed scrying, such as John Dee, Edward Kelly and even the infamous Nostradamus. 

There are many guides floating around online and in print regarding scrying with a solid object like a mirror or crystal. To me, both of the latter are reliant upon the element of Earth, though, and while many witches favor that, the other elements can be used in scrying, as well. Today, I’d like to discuss a particular method of scrying involving the element of Air. I feel that air scrying is an oft-neglected and practice that presents excellent opportunities, with strengths and weaknesses that make it equally appealing to a diviner or witch when compared to other methods.

When most of us think of the element of air in a magical context, we likely have an image of incense somewhere in our mind. This is because incense usually represents air within many modern witchcraft circles. When talking about air scrying, many would likely have the idea of watching incense rise and gazing into it in order to induce a vision. Indeed, many diviners and witches do just that, but today, I’d like to discuss another method, equally effective but requiring nothing at all in the way of tools, and no burning of incense. 

This is particularly a useful technique for those whose practice must remain hidden, or those who haven’t the ability to scry with air using the common incense method. As you might expect, this is a great method for scrying in order to communicate with the forces of air/wind themselves, as well as spirits in general. It may be confirmation bias on my part, but it always seemed to me that, when scrying with air, it’s exceptionally easy to get noticeable results rather than just vague impressions, though the meaningfulness of what you see/experience will vary dependent upon the scryer themselves. I will say that I’ve found it extremely effective for contacting place-related egregores or what you might call “nature spirits,” i.e., that which New Agers often erroneously call “devas.”

I call this method “Mirror in the Sky.” With it, you essentially use the sky itself as a scrying mirror. Please note that this differs from certain other sky-based forms of divination such as looking for patterns in the clouds, which, while effective and useful for some, aren’t technically scrying. This is because the images you see and interpret in those methods are formed from physical phenomena visible to all, rather than arising from the diviner’s subconscious or appearing only to them from another source. I’ve written a bit about my views in this direction here.

How To Do It

To begin scrying the sky, find a place and situation where a medium-sized (at least) patch of sky is visible to you. You might get different results, but for me, the larger the area, the better. It should be an uninterrupted patch of visible sky, not marred by power lines, tree branches, or anything else. Naturally, if you’re in the city, as I am, a relatively small bit of sky framed by buildings can work well. As a rule, I would say you want a view of the sky that gives you the sensation of spaciousness when you gaze at it, regardless of its objective size. 

As I describe this, the idea of lying on your back in a park or field might seem ideal, but a (relatively high) window with the sky visible through it over rooftops worked well for me, so don’t feel compelled to wander around looking for the perfect place if you haven’t the time. Really, let me reiterate that all you need is a relatively unobstructed view of the sky.

That said, though, you won’t necessarily be able to start right away. Given that this method of scrying uses the sky as its medium, you need to be mindful of the weather. Unless your patch of sky is visible through a window (as mine is, these days), you won’t really be able to do this if it’s raining, because the rain will likely distract you. 

Beyond that, it’s best (especially for your first time) to wait until the sky (or at least your designated patch of it) is a uniform color and unmarred by clouds. As mentioned earlier, some witches and magicians practice a sort of divination where the shapes of the clouds are interpreted, but that’s not really what we’re going for here, and any break in the uniformity of the sky will likely distract you. Remember - the goal is to use the sky like a scrying mirror or crystal ball, and if you’ve ever used either of those with a blemish in them, you know it’s slightly more difficult than if they’re smooth and even.

Beyond that, weather requirements are minimal - I’ve made this work in most seasonal weather patterns provided the above-mentioned conditions were present. This is possible in all light conditions, ranging from the first bursts of dawn to an afternoon haze. Even pitch black will work, provided there’s a least a little overcast of clouds so that stars don’t enter into the picture and compete for your attention. Again, just wait until a time when the sky looks relatively uniform and unbroken, then begin.

The first steps towards scrying the sky in earnest are really the same as you would use with any scrying medium. If you have a ritual you use prior to scrying with a mirror, bowl of water, or other medium, you may well be able to adapt that to this particular technique. I myself like to put myself through some mental or physical exertion prior to scrying, but other witches might just enjoy a cup of mugwort tea and try their best to relax. 

One thing that many find helpful is to initiate a verbal dialogue with the medium itself, in this case, the sky. This can be spoken, whispered, or vibrated within your mind. Just simply ask the sky to show you what you need or want to see. If you’re like me, and find the notion of elemental spirits useful (perhaps just as a metaphor), you would want to address this request to the sylphs - the archetypal air spirits. 

If you’ve got a specific entity you’d like to communicate with via scrying, such as an egregore or the spirit of the place where you’re located, then address it towards the “airy” part of the entity. This takes some finesse and a dollop of self-knowledge, as you’ve got to have worked out your own cosmological metaphor for how these things work, but can definitely be helpful.

Next, with an appropriate calmness of mind and heart, fix your gaze on your patch of sky. I find it helpful, at this point, to focus and unfocus my vision until the muscles responsible for that act become a bit tired, and focus is naturally lost. On that note, light sleepiness can help achieve this, too. The sky may appear to ripple. Some witches who’ve seen this say the ripples are a type of “energy,” but in reality, it’s a highly common optical illusion. In this case, though, experiencing it often presages the beginning of a vision/scrying session, so don’t shy away when and if you see this phenomenon.

Small shapes and colors usually appear first, and it can be difficult to sort out what’s being seen physically (or due to eye strain) as opposed to merely appearing in the mind’s eye, more so than with other types of scrying. This is not usually a problem, and I’d recommend just taking the images as they come and being as receptive as possible, regardless of their apparent origin. 

Most suggestions you’ll see in books and websites regarding how to interpret what you’d see within a scrying mirror or crystal ball apply here, but I’d caution against the use of symbol dictionaries, no matter how comprehensive. It’s much more useful to just focus on what emotions an image stirs within you and what preexisting personal associations you have for it. 

For example, if you see a dragon, and a symbol dictionary suggests it represents greed, but your personal experience with dragons has been positive from watching dragon cartoons as a child, your association for the image might be something like “innocence,” rather than anything standardized from a book. This is perfectly okay, normal, and useful, and really makes it obvious why diviners and witches need to know themselves first and foremost, and that you’ll have a much easier time interpreting what you experience if you keep context in mind. 

Fine-Tuning This Technique

Just as you can change what you’ll see using a scrying mirror, bowl, or sphere, so you can achieve similar fine-tuning with sky-scrying, as well. For me, the easiest way of doing this is to change the time at which one does the scrying, choosing a time of day that is auspicious in terms of your needs or the subject you’d like to receive information from or about. If the weather is suited for it, this isn’t difficult at all. 

Any scrying you do via this method will naturally have a primary elemental attribution of air, since air is the medium you’re using, but you can add a secondary correspondence by choosing a time of day associated with an elemental (or other) force you’d like to connect with. 

Dawn tends to be associated with air, noon with fire, dusk with water, and midnight with earth, at least within certain parts of occidental magick. Beyond that, you might be interested in using planetary hours to time your sky-scrying, as well, choosing an hour based on which planet is most associated with what you’d like to experience while scrying.

Strengths and Weaknesses

As with any magical/divinatory technique, this one has both strengths and weaknesses. Your success in scrying the sky is pretty dependent upon the weather cooperating. This is a drawback compared to less mercurial methods like a crystal ball, which is always going to be there, and relatively the same, regardless of what’s happening. It’s also a little difficult getting used to scrying the sky over and over, as it’s bound to look different every time you gaze at it, even if it’s the same patch over and over. 

As noted, though, it’s remarkably easy for even the inexperienced to get results of some sort via this method - I put that down to its association directly with the element of air and communication. And, as far as air-based scrying goes, this is a lot easier than scrying in smoke, as it gives you a larger canvas on which visions can be projected. It’s also a good method for scrying if you need to keep your divination/witchery a secret. Whereas having a crystal ball around or even a scrying bowl raises obvious questions, merely relaxing while gazing at the sky is common enough to not cause alarm. 

I hope you found this tutorial interesting and informative, and I do have more planned with regards to elemental scrying techniques, as well as other topics. If there’s something you’d like me to write about, don’t hesitate to send me a message or ask, but please read my FAQ and master page beforehand to see if your question has already been answered. And finally, if you enjoy the content I produce, please consider donating to fund further endeavors. Thanks for reading! 


A/N: It’s a cliché. But it’s a cute cliché, too.

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Excursions had always been exhausting. They’d been back in Amity and they were now–if not even more exhausting considering you had transferred to Dauntless.

And although today–your supervisors Four and Eric had decided to make a tour through all the factions to climb and jog–had probably been your most exciting day in your new faction yet, you were incredibly tired.

Sighing, you rested your head against the metal wall of the train, closing your eyes. You didn’t even care that Eric was sitting next to you at that point. He scared the shit out of everyone, you were no exception when it came to that, however, he always seemed unusually calm and almost considerate when you talked to him. That being extremely uncommon, your fellow initiates had already started to spread weird rumours on the quiet.

I think he likes her.

That’s so unfair, he’s being a prick to everyone but her.

Do you think she’s sweet-talking him on purpose… to pass initiation?

At first, you had tried to stop them from tattling about the both of you. After some time though, you deemed it unworthy your energy. You had better things to do.

Slowly, tiredness took over. You felt yourself drifting off and getting lost in your dreams. The exhausted voices around you and the swooshing of the cold air due to the speed of the train faded from the spotlight like dim light gradually being extinguished. The next second, you were sound asleep, the train still rocking from side to side until your head fell against Eric’s shoulder and stayed there.

Those who had paid attention fell silent immediately, waiting for his reaction, waiting for him to lash out, wake you up and make some snarky comment. The moment, however, never came. All the Dauntless leader did was shooting a torpid look at your sleeping stature before concentrating on something on the opposite wall of the train again.

All at once, several initiates gasped for air.

“I fucking knew it!” One of them muttered.

You awoke about half an hour later shortly before the train reached Dauntless headquarters and you had to jump off.

Blinking a couple of times you came to realise what had happened, preparing for Eric to throw a fit. But he didn’t. Inconspicuously, you jerked away from him as he told everyone to get off the train.

Then, right before you jumped, your gaze met his. It wasn’t his typical I’m-going-to-murder-you look, neither was it his usual Defy-me-and-you’ll-awfully-regret-it look but rather something completely different, almost tender. And it left you eager to find out what this was about. Maybe not all of those mumbled rumours had been rubbish. Maybe Eric actually did like you.

{ Erudition }

Arya Stark.

Daughter of Eddard Stark, daughter of Winterfell. The last known living heir – at least so far as most individuals were concerned or aware of. With the disappearance of Sansa Stark following the tragic death of His Grace the King, Joffrey Baratheon, Arya Stark was the only feasible choice left. Ramsay Bolton – legitimized bastard fiend of Roose Bolton – needed a wife. Needed a claimant to their sacked Northern keep.

Petyr Baelish was a purveyor of many things; finding women to suit the needs of men was, it could be well-argued, one of his specialties. When a bird had quietly informed him of the Bolton’s lack of requisite birthright, a plan had formulated at once. Petyr would provide to Ramsay a surrogate Stark, to substantiate his claim to the Northern capital, all the while knowing he himself had a stronger, legitimate claim tucked away in his Eyrie keep – in the form of Alayne Stone. The man left for King’s Landing at once.

* * * * *

“But she said her name was Jeyne, my lord,” spoke the whore, glancing over to the young, dark-haired girl standing timidly at the other side of the room. “How can Arya Stark be married if she is dead?”

Petyr, not looking up from a missive his fingers were set to quickly scrawling, replied: “Tell me Tethar, if you read a royal marriage edict announcing that Bran Stark was back in Winterfell, sieged the Dreadfort and ordered an end of hostilities against the Lannisters while marrying, say, Myrcella – would that make more sense to you?”

There was a pause, the man flicked grey-green eyes towards the slender brunette, dressed naught in more than the pale blue of iridescent silks. Tethar remained silent.

“Because the Lannisters will do anything in their power to end hostilities in the North, including marriage alliances with any Stark yet assumed living; including Arya Stark, though she was rumored to be dead. They’re always rumored dead before it’s revealed they were only missing.”

Petyr looked back to his parchment, signing his name before grabbing a small canister and layering a soft coat of dust over the wet ink.

“The Boltons sieged Winterfell and killed everyone occupying it, Stark and Greyjoy men alike. The truth is no one knows who is among the survivors of that sacking.” Petyr rose from his desk, lifting the missive and gingerly tapping the dust from the page, before blowing over it lightly, a tiny cloud of specks taking flight from the pulp and glittering in the light. “But the point, my dear, is that all persons of value who are assumed dead are yet alive for marriage purposes until their corpse has been paraded before the court. These things are about power, and perception, not realities. Who is alive to deny the claim that my Arya Stark is not the Arya Stark?”

Here the man looked with a smile towards his Arya: Jeyne Poole, a poor girl who had been entrusted to the Lord Petyr Baelish following the massacre of the Stark household after Eddard Starks’s execution for treason. Petyr had not found a purpose for her, yet. Now, however? The girl was a perfect replacement, a perfect substitute for Arya Stark – of proper age and of similar physical characteristics. The girl was prettier than he’d remembered Arya being, but that was hardly something Ramsay would find reason to raise complaint over. The man wanted a Stark girl, it mattered not if she was fat, tall, maimed or pristine – it mattered not even if she was an actual Stark, only that she could convincingly parade as one. Petyr folded his missive and stamped a waxed seal over it, before he rounded his desk, handing it over to Tethar.

“Thank you my dear; you’ve been helpful.” The whore had assisted Petyr in many deals over the past few years, and had earned from him a place of tenuous trust. Though she worked in his brothels still under the guise of a whore, she was valued to him as much more than that. Tapered fingers curled over the missive, and with a smile she left to deliver it, leaving Petyr and his little Arya alone.

“Now, sweetling, let me take a look at you.” Petyr stepped towards Jeyne, adjusting her carefully by loose grip at her shoulders until she was straight and faced him. She could see his mouth working subtly as his eyes scanned over her. “Yes. You’ll do. You’ll do nicely. You do look a great deal the part. Tell me, girl: what is your name?” Petyr smiled kindly. The man clearly already knew her name. Her real name. That he had allowed her to be privy to the conversation she’d just heard insinuated it was not her real name he desired from her in reply.

The board set, Petyr gave Jeyne the rare opportunity to decide where her first move landed.

At this time in your life you feel like ‘giving up’. For every time you have tried to build up your hopes and dreams something has come along to burst the balloon. You may feel that, at this particular moment in your life, there seems to be no chance of fulfilling these dreams but you are so wrong. You are the sort of person that can influence any situation, that is - If you don’t give up. So consciously make the effort… You have that inherent power to succeed.

You are very self-sufficient and methodical. You presume to know where you are going but need to find a person who will recognise the way you are, not be too demanding and who is, as they say in Italy, 'Simpatico’.

It is hard for you to accept that your needs and desires are misunderstood by almost everyone within your sphere of influence and there is no one to rely on. Your pent-up emotions and inherent egocentricity make you quick to take offence, but as matters stand you realise that you’ll have to make the best of things as they are.

You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.

You need to be needed and would like a situation where you will no longer be subjected to pressures and demands from those about you. There is no harm in 'dreaming’ but it is you - and only you - that can be able to realise those dreams and to turn them into reality.



A/N: I hope this makes any sense at all but I just can’t stop writing things about water. It’s summer, after all. And hot. Outrageously handsome (fictional) men don’t really contribute to that but well… screw it!

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It was hot. The sun was shining down on you mercilessly as you and the other initiates jogged on the burning asphalt outside the compound. Sweat was dripping from your hair tips and you felt your mouth going numb because of greedy thirst; your body longing for some refreshing water. Panting heavily, you wiped the sticky moisture off your forehead.

Four and Eric were right in front of you and if it weren’t that hot, you would have strangled them with all your strengths. Why couldn’t you have gone throwing knives or doing combat training in the cool and dim training hall underground today? It felt like the hottest day in history. However, you knew, physically attacking your leaders wasn’t necessarily a good idea, especially after you had already complained before you left the compound an hour ago. You shuddered at the thought of Eric’s grim glance he shot into your direction when you’d spoken up.

When your superiors finally came to a halt near one of the entrances to Dauntless, you awkwardly tried not to touch anyone. You hated bodies covered in sweat when it wasn’t for cuddling after passionate sex. Besides, it was way too hot for body contact of any kind anyway.

“Good job, everyone. Let’s get inside and cool down a little, we’ll continue with some fights in the afternoon.” Four announced, nodding enthusiastically while crossing his arms.

A sigh escaped your lips as you followed him back inside, immediately gasping for air when the coolness underground coated your sweaty skin. You closed your eyes for a second, only to bump into something hard the next moment.

When you looked up, you felt Eric’s threatening gaze on your stature. Your quietly mumbled “Sorry” was instantly swallowed by the shouts of an initiate girl from Candor.

“Oh my God! That’s amazing!”

She was right. Eric had stopped right next to a massive pool in the centre of the pit, a couple of Dauntless members standing around it and greedily eyeing the cool water while others had already jumped in and swam from side to side, eyes closed with relish. Relief crawled up your body when you thought about joining them.

“We diverted the water from the chasm.” A tall boy said when he spotted Four and Eric, his face plastered with a shit-eating grin. “Straight into this part of the pit. It’s like five feet deep.” He continued. Proudly, he looked down at it.

“Four? Four, may we go swimming too? Just for a couple of minutes?” Your superior opened his mouth to answer the Candor girl, Eric, however, was quicker.

“No. Take a ten minutes break, drink some water and then we’ll continue training. You can go swimming after 8pm.” He said, fists clenching. Your eyes narrowed before you rolled them.

“You’re such a buzzkill.” You whispered, crossing your arms. Unfortunately though, you hadn’t been quiet enough. Eric spun around, his face only mere inches from yours and you already prepared for him sentencing you to some cruel punishment, however, words never came. Instead, you suddenly felt his muscly arms wrapping around your body and lifting you in the air effortlessly.

A scream escaped your lips, legs and arms struggling helplessly in his firm grip. He heaved you over his shoulder before pushing you down with little strength, right into the pool. Underwater, your eyes widened in shock.

Did he really just do that?

You gasped for oxygen when you breached the water surface, slowly climbing out again. Water was dripping from your now wet clothes. Well, at least you had cooled down now.

“What the fuck, Eric?!”

“You better be dry in ten minutes, initiate. You know you weren’t actually allowed to go for a swim.” He said with an amused expression on his face, then turned on his heel and left you standing there soaking wet like all dressed up and nowhere to go.

Prick. You gritted your teeth, ignoring everyone around you holding back mocking laughter. Now this clamoured for vengeance.