John smiled over to Sherlock, and really it was much more innocent then it should have been, and he kind of cursed himself for that. He listened to Sherlock speak, and looked over to him. "Well, maybe we'll be put in Gryffindor together." He said, looking a little hopeful again, and he tried to inch himself away from the edge of the boat as far as he could. Sherlock's words had definitely calmed him, and he wasn't sure why, but they just [i]had[/i]. It was kind of funny how quickly he was able to trust his new friend. John couldn't swim, sadly, he'd never had a reason to learn how and he had never [i]wanted[/i] to learn how. He just... couldn't. And he sincerely hoped what Sherlock said was true, or else he wouldn't need a monster to help him along if the boat tipped - he'd just sink to the bottom and drown. The thought made him shiver again, and he would always say to his last breath that it was just the cold, not fear.