Brow furrowed, Neville couldn't remember a single thing about the sort of fish they were, but that wouldn't help them to complete the assignment.
"Sort of... spotted? Blue. And spotted."
That sounded pretty good to him. Bolstered, Neville continued, trying not to embellish anymore than his memory would not supply.
"The room we were in had actually flooded, and they were swimming around my feet in the water. Does it say anything about what it means if they start biting you? I mean, fish don't generally have teeth, right?"