Was there such a thing as the 'Seven magical mysteries of Hogwarts'? Because there should have been - and this should have been the top of the list. Or... somewhere on the list, given the endless possibilities with the Room of Requirement still a bit flustered the seventh year whenever he tried to determine it's exact magical properties and how it could do... well.. everything. He supposed the Pit of Slugs could have been up there as well, for no other reason than... why?

Evan continued to peer into the murky swamp before him, before a voice startled him from behind and he tipped forward ever so slightly. Putting a hand out in front of him as he teetered forward, the Ravenclaw was able to save himself from a face full of Swamp water, unlike a majority of his poor Hufflepuff friends, but he did not save his arm from being covered in muck. Frowning, the boy stood up, attempting to shake the excess water from his arm carefully over the swamp before he turned, a frown on his face which was very much just from his now smelly arm and not at all because of the current company. Not that that was ever well known based on Evan's face.. in general. "Ever wonder why it is accio, or most magic really, doesn't work on this?" Maybe part of his list should have been to figure out the answer to that.

As if he would be able to when generations and generations before him never had.

"I take it you've lost things here before?" The question certainly sounded like it came from experience, anyways.