"A mighty fish beast!" He corrected her with a laugh as he floundered for a moment in the water before righting himself. He wasn't about to drown just yet, maybe in a while when he actually got tired, but the energy in the air was doing a grand job of keeping from feeling tired just yet. He sunk down slightly in the water before surfacing and letting a stream of water go like a surfacing whale. Yes, his humor was like that of a twelve year old and so were his actions apparently.
He knew she would relent eventually. Gryffindor need to help out and all that rot. If it had been him he'd have made her beg or offer up a trade that she would have undoubtedly hated. But then again there was a reason he'd been sorted Slytherin.
"I do not shag nets. And if I did I can guarantee you would be trying to untangle a very different part. Has it been that long Angeliiina?" he drawled out her first name making a point not to call her Johnson for once. "Been so long you forgot the mechanics. Now that is a fucking shame." He tried to point his foot in an effort to help it slide through the net where it was entangled but it wasn't really helping just yet. Big feet and all.