What the - ? Before Gaston could react, he was hit with a blast of water as Mr. Rockefeller turned around. He blinked confusedly for a moment, then burst out laughing. He didn't really mind getting wet, and it was all in fun, right? Goodness knows they needed a bit of levity in this castle right now! "Very funny, Mr. Klopp," he said, wiping water from his face.

The professor was conflicted. He did not want to spoil the fun at all, but he knew water spells in the corridors was a bad idea. Oh, if only he was a student instead of a professor! Then he'd join in a heartbeat... "Personally I think you have a really fun idea," he said, "but Headmistress Hawthorne would be angry at us both if I allowed a water fight in the corridors. Someone could get-"

At that very moment, Gaston saw Mr. Salander slip in a puddle and fall. He was instantly at the older boy's side. "Are you alright, Mr. Salander?" he asked, looking at the Gryffindor with concern as he offered him a hand. He shot Mr. Klopp a look that said, See? This is what I was talking about...

He drew his wand, but before he could cast a drying spell on the floor, he heard voices and meowing and... something crashed into his leg. He glanced down and immediately recognized Bonsai the Bengal cat. "Poor kitty," he whispered, giving the cat a little pet on the head. "Let's get you cleaned up..." He aimed a drying spell at the cat, but it was only when he'd finished that he noticed Cami standing nearby. The other professor was just as wet as him! "Here, allow me," he said, performing another drying spell on his colleague.

Gaston turned back to the little Gryffindor, who was now singing "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes". "Mr. Klopp? MR. KLOPP!" He waited for the singing to stop before going on, "Now you see why using water spells in the corridors is dangerous, right? I don't think you meant any harm, so I'm not docking points this time..." He just didn't have the heart to punish the boy for having fun! "But for future reference, water fights belong outside." He suddenly remembered the floor was still wet and quickly cast a spell to dry it before anyone else could slip and fall. He was putting his wand away when a small jet of water shot out of its tip at Mr. Klopp. "Oops, so sorry, Mr. Klopp!" he said. "My wand must be acting up..." And there may or may not have been a playful twinkle in his eye as he looked away.