A grin to rival the Cheshire Cat's himself appeared on Oliver's face when Cam started giggling and hiding behind bubbles and acting all coy. There might be no Quidditch, but the lad still had it.. oh yeah. And Cam was hella cute when she did that.

He smirked in response to her question, batting some bubbles her way. “Yeah. I felt like a right divvy.. and a bunch of firsties saw and laughed and didn't even attempt to help me..” Pout. Yeah.. and said divvy threw a stone at the merman, but he decided not to divulge that part of the story... or the part where after he struggled out of the mud, he bowed to the kids and made a spectacle of himself like the attention deprived boy he was. Cam didn't need to know that her boyfriend was even more of a twat than she already thought he was.

He dunked his head under the water, more mud clouding what had been lovely clear water, missing Cam's words about taking a shower as his ears filled with water. He resurfaced, hair wet and flat and tickling the back of his neck being and much much longer than it looked when dry.

He watched her moved to the side and haul herself out. He looked from her to the murky water and back again. “What's the matter?” He asked. “It'll blend in in a mo.” Pfft.. girls. “Mud's good for the skin, you know?” He waded over and looked up at her, a glint of pure mischief in his green eyes. “Come back in..” He said giving her the puppy dog eyes. Mwhahaha! He grabbed her by the ankles and pulled...