Stopping about five feet away from Constantine, Ioan snorted, his chin in the air. "Yeah, Rivers. You're my problem."
He kept his wand trained on the other boy, lest he try something. Ioan had no idea how talented or not he might be at nonverbal magic. He himself hadn't had a lot of formal training, having missed sixth year, but he thought that with enough provocation, something might come to him.
"What the hell? I mean, you're so bored you felt the need to give me a shower? Honestly, if you wanted me wet, we could've arranged something a little more private than this."