“You say that now, but what if you’d hurt yourself.” Megan responded with a tut and a shake of her head. Justin Finch-Fletchley. Ever so grateful, as usual. Trying to stand up out of her own accord, Megan frowned as she kept sliding. Sighing, she glanced up at Justin as he offered his hand. “Okay, but this does in no way mean that you win.” Megan added shooting him a look as he helped her stand. Once standing, Megan bent back down to pick up her wand before standing back up again, now moving to adjust her swimsuit. It was a miracle she hadn’t completely lost it by now.