Salander was dripping like drowned mutt, running his hands through his hair to get the excess water off. He turned to look at Fletcher getting all upset and threatening, likely over his hair "The wet-look is in Fletch" the Slytherin lad snickered under his breath.

His eyes shifted to the other Puff who he guessed was the culprit, largely due to a him blaming a wand sprinkler-- that was right next to him and no one else. "Riiiight..."

He let the Puffs battle it out as the Slytherin dropped to all fours and started looking for his wand, stumbling into his fallen pot in the process "Aww man my pot!" he mumbled as he upturned it, his tiny seedling clinging desperately on the lose soil. Well at least the seed coat has fallen off he mused as the sprigs of leaves have begun to show.

He spots his wand just some ways away. Relieved he was as he reached out and grabbed it, the lad in desperate need for some tergeo spell right about now. Pot cradled in one hand and his wand in the other, he stands up, just as he hears the words AGUAMENTI and MUDFIGHT.

And that was the last thing he heard, before he was hosed down (again) from all directions.