"Hey."
Professor Vector had taught him this one. The rate of flow was inversely proportional to…
"Oy. Wood."
…but decreased relative to the amount in use…
"Someone cast a silencing charm in here?"
…until zero…
"There's loads of stuff more interesting to look at in this school than dripping water."
…which it would certainly reach, as nobody was occupying the shower.
"Hey. C'mon."
The older boy reluctantly stood up and turned around. He was still dressed in his red and gold uniform. "Oh, it's…you?"
"Wasn't my voice clue enough?"
"My mind's not…focusing…right now."
The visitor raised one eyebrow. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Because I've just lost the first match of my last year?"
The opposing captain sat down. "Is even your sense of humor gone?"
He rolled his eyes. "It'll come back. I hope."
"Don't do this to yourself."
The Gryffindor Keeper rose. "You didn't need to come here."
"But I did. Hey, where are you going?"
"Back out."
"Back? In that weather?"
"Yes." He walked through the door into the rain.
"Why me? Why me?" Cedric muttered, following.