Still squinting from the dirt in his eyes, Salander heard a shriek and a clumsy stumbling near him "Eh?" he wondered as he tried to peek over who fell. But the water from the young Gryffindor's wand has muddied the floor and made it slippery, almost sending the Slytherin lad slip-sliding off his feet. Almost.

He gripped the table edge tightly and snorted cockily "Y'all can fall down, not me, no not todaaaay..."

And just as he said that, someone hosed him down. But of course.

Like a broken fire-hydrant, the bursting stream hit him head on, sending the lad drowning tumbling towards the floor. Then as suddenly as it started, the torrent stopped.

Now he was drenched to his skin. Squirting water out of his mouth, the Slytherin lad struggled to get up "Thanks for the shower." he croaked, which in truth he had intended to take-- just not in the middle of class.