Fish...? Well, maybe later I'll make you a tuna sandwich or something so you can stick it to that whole branch of the animal kingdom. But for now, hang tight a second while I find something to dry you off, alright?

[Harry disappears back into the narrow hallway, where his progress can almost be tracked by the sounds of stomping from one storage room to the next, interspersed by the somewhat quieter sounds of shuffled crates and clinking bottles.]