Ahhh, the swamp.

Gregoire took a dip in it not to long ago. To see why it was unusually expanding, that's why. Not weird...he didn't WANT to go swimming in smelly muck marsh water...but he wanted to do a favor for Hogwarts. So yeah. Sadly he found nothing. But, he wasn't going to give up! The Frenchie was going to get to the bottom of this mystery! Even if that meant the death of him! Well, that was a bit of an over exaggeration, but still...the Slytherin would find out what had happened, and why this was happening. Mainly who or what was causing this. Justice would be served to the sick mind doing this!

Getting onto one of the rafts, the dirty blonde fourth year started to row across the water which was now about waist high in the first floor corridor. He was whistling the tune of 'Row Your Boat' while doing it, because the song suited this scenario. Since the History of Magic Professor was also a big fan of the arts, that was another reason why he was whistling. Finally, once the boy had made it across, Gregoire strutted into the classroom while exclaiming in a sing-song voice "Bonjour Professor!!!! Gregoire Bastion here!!" Letting the entrance settle in the air, continuing on with his delicate yet strong, French accent "Nice singing Professor!" A smile struck his face from ear to ear.

With that loud entrance done, the Slytherin slithered over to an open seat, and sat down.