Taking Lainey's wish to heart, Keefer had done jumping jacks on every square inch of his raft. A little tired from all the exercise, Keefer was happy for Lainey's instructions to finally cast off. Along with the rest of the class, he settled in on his craft and pushed off, almost falling off in the process. Although, if I did happen to fall off, it would be fascinating to see some grindylows, merpeople, and whatever else lurks in these waters. He secretly wondered what Lainey would think if he purposely capsized. Then he remembered his pocket stash of Honeydukes sweets and thought better of it.
Gripping the oar, he began to stroke vigorously, first on the left, then on the right. Back and forth his paddle swung, the raft building momentum with each stroke. The other students took off, some pulling ahead fast and others lagging behind. Oh look, there's Professor Lainey. he thought absentmindedly. His gaze now shifted below the water, where he searched for creatures, whether magical or mundane he didn't care.