Spike pondered it a moment. "I don't know. I mean, Indy and I don't play the same position, do we?" Though had taken up playing Beater when Indy first started. He still didn't like the thought of he getting taken out by a bludger, even if it was her job to stay in control of them. It would be handy though, if Aidan took after his sister. Seeker was the one position that he couldn't ever really remember them having a reserve for. Blimey, even Spike had played Seeker in the past when the team had been short due to injuries. He shuddered involuntarily at the memory. "As long as it's not me..." Spike said. "Been there, done that. Got hit by lightning in the process. Never again."

Was she chuckling at him? Spike gave her a friendly push on the arm. "Oi, watch it!" he said with a wink. "I might get wrinkly this year yet..." He was pretty hopeful he wouldn't though, before there were no pesky exams this year, and Max seemed to survive okay. She didn't want to talk about his OWLs? Congratulations? But he hadn't told her his results! "I might've failed them..." he said, "Or did Indy spoil the surprise already?" He felt bad about how he treated her before the summer, how he'd reacted to Dylan's dare...and in a way, he figured his good grades were some sort of consolation for that.

But if she didn't want to talk about his results, what did she have in mind? "What else about me then? Other than that I'm old now?"

He let out a gasp as he saw the spring. He hadn't seen anything quite like it, and admittedly, he was now a little disappointed that he hadn't known to bring some swim shorts. Beezus pulled him to the edge, and Spike looked down at the clear water. "Fancy a pad-"

"Arghhhhh!"

Spike's feet slipped out from underneath him, and he slid down the bank and landed in the water with a PLOP! Water went in his eyes, up his nose...and was now reaching his hair.

HIS HAIR!

Matilda, Spike had found out many years ago, wasn't particularly partial to swimming.

Luckily, however, this side of the spring wasn't deep, and only reached his eyes. Matilda had climbed to the very top of his curls, pulling her legs well clear of the water droplets that now hung there.

"Bleurghhhh!" Spike said, wiping his face and wrinkling his nose from where the water had gone up it. After checking Matilda was still dry, he turned to face Beezus and wrung out his wet shirt. It clung to his body, as did his usually loose jeans.

"You going to come join in the fun?" he asked with a smirk. Without even waiting for an answer, he came running up the bank, splashing as much water as he could in her direction. "It's lovely and hot."