Harry shut his eyes. Silently counting to ten. Then twenty. "It's good that you're so positive," he finally managed. Admittedly, he sounded a bit strangled from clenching his teeth.
He looked over at Theo again, then rolled his eyes. "Not drowning. And I'm due in dorms." Where Hermione and Ron would be waiting. And probably seething over him being late.
Right. So, magic wasn't working. He turned his head, looking around. "See anything we can use to try to pry the door?" he asked doubtfully. They could transfigure something, he supposed.