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demented_death_eater 
"Quit pulling a Plymouth Morgan and telling the world what we're up to!" Max shouted and waded forward in the passageway. "About twenty feet and we're there. Satisfied?" And if you screech any louder, you'll sound like my grandmother singing.
"Control your tongue, young man, before I control it for you!" Kazimeriz growled. Professor or not, he was not going to let little Maxie Vindictus get away with cheek, even in these cirumstances. He strode forward; he'd be a blast-ended skrewt before he'd let this whippersnapper patronize
him.
Wow. So very cold. He cast a warming charm on himself and then on Maximus (though he'd never admit to doing so, not even to himself). Time to trudge on through the waters as they rose.
"This is a little too reminiscent of the dungeons to be a student prank." he commented. His tone was the only thing left of him that was dry.