Whoah, Head Boy. Yeah thats him, but it was a bit more formal than usual. But before he could wonder what that could mean the Potions Mistress asked a rather unusual question, at least to him. Memory of the previous term's Potions stockroom fire flashed in his head. Since that incident it chased away all his notions that an underwater common room would be safeguarded against any inferno.

But what would he bring out of his own common room? In the stockroom fire he didnt leave to take anything out, he plunged in to help even. Pondering he looked at his shoes-- the Slytherin Chucks Lexi gave... the watch on his wrist... his wallet and a small pouch with the other valuables she's given him stashed safely in one pocket, his wand pressing annoyingly in the next. Then he looked up, raised his hand and replied "Myself." It sounded rather self-centered, but he knew if he didnt make it out alive it would devastate his loved ones to the point that it would be like dragging them into the inferno himself.