He did not know the girl's name. He scarcely cared; she was far too gentle looking.

He put a hand on her cheek and caressed it with his thumb. Her face was pale and cold and lifeless, almost as if she was dead.

His gaze traveled to the other people, the other students, tethered to the lake bottom with fraying rope. There were two girls and a boy still on the edge of drowning, but it did not concern him.

Stonily ignoring both them and the Merfolk poking at his torso with their spears, he untied the wild-haired one and tugged her close.

His dark eyes roved the waters around him as the ones wielding the weapons began screaming with fury. Irritated, he tugged his wand free from the bag on his hip and pointed it at the surrounding 'folk.

Whispering the freezing charm ("Immobulus."), he flicked his wand and they all froze, mouths wide open with silent cries.

Smirking coldly, he stuffed the wand back into his satchel and swam away, the sleeping girl clutched tight to his chest.