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Lislchen 
Well, her clothes were definitely wet now.
Anahera had instinctively taken hold of Patrick's arm when she'd jumped off the bench. She now squeezed his arm softly while leaning forward a little to see if it HAD in fact been the creature inside the fountain. "Uh- maybe. Possibly. Yeah." That was actually way more likely than the fountain spitting at them. Which, even though he'd explained earlier, still sounded incredibly random. Not completely unheard of, though.
Fountains that were prone to pranks definitely wouldn't be the weirdest thing she'd encountered in Wizarding Britain.
"Leave?" Anahera suggested, grinning at Patrick. "I don't know what else to do here." They weren't supposed to report this, right?
He noticed she had grabbed his arm but wasn’t sure what she was so afraid of. He tried to his his small smile, but she squeezed his arm softly causing him to glance at his arm.
“you okay?” He was fairly certain that she wasn’t okay.
He laughed a bit as she said they should leave the fountain,
“well where should we go now? Plus I don’t know what else to do either. Who would we even report that to anyhow?”