It shouldn't have been funny. It really shouldn't have. She was standing there looking at the man, who she assumed to be the new Groundskeeper they'd all heard about, and then a merman's head surfaced and a rock slapped the groundskeeper in the back of the head. He turned about to yell at the merman and she took the brief second to cover her mouth with her hands and snicker. Silas turned back around and she whipped her hands down and beamed at him.

"Oh now sir, I promise you, I'm quite safe here. One doesn't reach NEWT levels without knowing a thing or two about defensive magic. I can use any number of charms to keep not only myself, but Mrs. Corcoran here, safe." Is it really boastful when one is simply telling the truth? Lydia didn't think so.

Although Mrs. Corcoran's face remained disapproving of the entire situation now that Silas had raised his voice in front of a lady, Lyddie didn't mind. She stepped closer to the edge of the rank cove and peered down into it. The water was murky and some of it looked to be the consistency of mud. What would the man do to clean it? She was rather fascinated now, and it would take some serious negative behaviors from her for Mrs. Corcoran to drag her away. As such, the older woman sat down gingerly on a stump and maintained her disapproving looks.

"What are you going to do to clean it up?" she asked. "Would accio help to get some of the debris out of the way so that fresh water can fill in the old stuff? I wouldn't want to pull all the dead fish out by hand, that's for sure."