Eeeeeeeep.

Cam just down-right stared at everyone playing in the INFESTED water--euguhuh, there were probably weird things down there that were flooded. It wasn't clean. People were bathing in unclean water. It was like bathing in your own dirt--and everyone else's which was EW much?! He wasn't much of a clean freak but eh, he actually CARED about his own safety. He glanced at the fellow Gryffindor Captain and snickered. Inability to swim? HEHEHE. Well, it wasn't like HE could swim either, but no one knew that right?!

...well maybe some did. No wait... He mentally poked his memory. "You know, I don't think you should--," then some FLYING SLIPPING HUMAN PROJECTILE came STRAIGHT AT 'IM, "OIII!!!"

ZOMG. I'M SLIPPING. SLIPPINGGGG. "GRINDYLOW, I'm ATTACKED BY A GRINDYLOWWWWWWWWW." He started slapping his hands at the water, trying to get out and when his head started going in, flailing his arms that were still above the water. He opened his mouth (which CLEARLY wasn't a good idea at all), accidentally swallowing the water that was FILLED with other people's dirt.

EW-MUCHHH.

With eyes closed, he reached for the closest thing and felt a... foot? A KICKING FOOT?! EEEEEEK it started kicking but he totally wasn't gonna let go. Cam clanged for dear life, pulling the kicking foot down in process.