He swam on, passing a few Perch as he coasted by, watching as the light made their scales shimmer, feeling peaceful. He felt like he never wanted to leave. He turned over on his back, his arms behind his head and lazily flipped his fins. he strained to hear anything, anything that might tell him where draco and zabini might be. he could hear muffled sounds coming from in front of him, farther down in the lake, so he flipped back over and swam in the direction, keeping his head on the swivel for any danger. mainly for the giant squid, that thing gave him the creeps.