Magic was brilliant, sometimes. But Harry was starting to think that every time you REALLY needed it, then it's just be useless. And tell you water was wet, apparently. "Brilliant," he mumbled.
He tried an unlocking charm on the door, and it shuddered a bit, but that was all.
Harry kicked at the water again fitfully. It was starting to swirl around his ankles, now. "I am NOT going to drown in a loo." He was going to get his head blown off by a dark lord. Or maybe die in Azkaban for trying to kill his best mate because Ron was being a PRAT lately. He wasn't going to drown. He looked up, scanning the ceiling. If this was a muggle movie, there'd be a space somewhere to crawl through. Sadly, that didn't seem to be the case.