A boat race?

His icy blue gaze shifted across the lake as he listened to the Professor give the instructions. The spells wasnt too much of a problem for this Ravenclaw lad, reaching out for those ribbons would be, since it would mean he has to be partly standing in the boat floating on the water.

That sounded like a disaster waiting to happen...

But the race has started and he rushed to get his small clump of toothpicks from the supply pile. Going back to his transfiguration spot he drew one toothpick aside and aimed his wand ""Vegrandis Navis" he uttered with a circular turn of his arm. Immediately the toothpick spun in it place, curling end to end and expanding into the circular wooden boat. Quickly he took the next toothpick and lay it across the completed coracle, aiming his wand and drawing it across in a horizontal line and looped end "Talea". The paddle sprang from the toothpick on the ground. Alright he's got his gear on!

Granted.... he was probably one of those who didnt really like getting wet unless he was in proper swim gear, and right now he wasnt exactly in his standards of boat racing, so he cast an extra spell on his pants, his shirt and his shoes (he refuses to go bare foot at this time) and set coracle to water before stepping in.

The coracle dipped halfway into the water with his full weight in. As he waited his turn it checked to make sure it wasnt letting in water. Good. He wasnt going to sink, at least not sitting down.

And he's off! He started paddling down the lake with the bizarre paddle stroke, a little confusing at first but eventually got the hang of it. He made his way towards the structure that held the ribbons in place. As his coracle bumps gently on the wooden base he shakily stood in his boat, reaching out for the wooden structure to steady himself. Swiping the LAST ribbon with his other hand, he unsteadily fell back into his coracle, his elbow falling partly into the water.

Guuuhh clumsy...

He turned the coracle around and paddled back to shore as fast as his arms can turn do that strange figure eight stroke. Finally his coracle runs aground and he tags the next person waiting in his team.