Smack. Smack. Smack.

Winnie made her way down to the Great Hall in high spirits. Another term come and gone, but another to look forward to, eh? Just in case, since she wasn't real sure about the state of the castle recently, she wore duck-fin swimming slippers on her feet. Got to be prepared to tread water.

She sat at the table and carefully crossed one flippered foot over the other. "Hullo," she said cheerfully to those already at the table. "We appear to be dry."