"Sure is...." he replied to the young Gryff, relieved that at least someone else didnt take the dark waters as a laughing matter. He turned his head at the trunk when Treyen spoke of it. It knocking about reminded him of something, something he preferred not to voice out "Lets just hope its not a poor firstie" he smirked. Because that would be just cruel. And Salander knew a thing or two about cruel jokes.

He shifted his attention to the other Gryffindor lad Treyen was speaking to. He remembered seeing him vaguely at COMC class. Was that him, or was it another other fellow? He couldnt be too sure, they were after all running for dear life while trying to keep those spiders from taking their legs off as appetizers. He shifted his attention back to the rock thing, unable to keep himself from overhearing their conversation. So brave are we? the Slytherin lad couldnt help but snort quietly. At least now he knows who he could get behind as a human shield