Sitting in the lounge area, Lily had noticed the repeated dunkings and was getting a little concerned. After the latest instance, she made her way over to Kid, looking somewhat out of place in a flowery vintage sundress.

“Are you okay?” The boy with the striped hair seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn’t recall a name. She had seen him when she first arrived in this strange city, hadn’t she? “And does this usually happen when y’all have a pool party?” Lily had never been to such an event before; the townspeople being scared of her powers had translated to a lack of invitations of any kind when she was young. With a little frown and a note of uncertainty in her voice, she glanced between Kid and the water.

“…It seems a bit more like torture.” It brought to mind the indicium aquae of the witch-burning days, throwing suspected witches into the sea to see if they floated... Plus, having been dragged under San Francisco Bay by La Llorona back home and falling into the waterways not once but twice during the earthquake here, the witch certainly wasn’t going to deliberately push anyone into the water.