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Waterloo 
Trying his hardest not to ... well, not to DROWN, Clifford watched as the merpeople sped away. "I - I think they're VERY serious," the seventh year said, making his way for Greingoth who seemed to be screeching louder than the merpeople.
He didn't care that she was a bossy boots Gryffindor right now, Clifford CLUNG to her robes for dear life.
A grindylow! Holy Merlin, a grindylow had her by the robes! She flailed about for a moment, then flicked her wand towards the creature. "Re---Clifford! Oh, Clifford, I thought you were a...a...one of
them!" she called out, her panic causing her to be at a loss of words.
Clifford couldn't swim, though, could he? That much she remembered from the day the dungeons flooded. He'd get killed if he stayed here much longer, though! She gently grabbed him by the arm and tossed him across her back. Because they were in water, their usual weight didn't count for too much. Thank Merlin, because little miss 5'2" would have never been able to toss Carden onto her back otherwise. "Paddle for us, Clifford! Kick your arms and legs!" she called out.
..and just in that manner, the Head Girl, with the Head Boy tossed across her back, made way for the Gargoyle Entrance.