Crouching by the swamp, her head under the ropes, Wesley wondered how deep it was. There was, of course, only one way to find out. But...the Hufflepuff glanced down at her shoes. She was wearing her pretty felt flats from Muggle Studies, and she really didn't want to get them dirty. Sighing, Wesley rested her chin on her knees, arms propping her up on both sides.

Few things were worse than not knowing.