I reached for my wand, trying not to catch his attention. The leaves were angrily tightening on my arm and creeping steadily towards the hem of my sleeve, searching eagerly for a piece of skin.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of a creeping sensation on my arm and Avery’s paranoid whispers, my hand clasped onto the thin rod of wood. Then, all of a sudden, a new problem faced me: jinx the plant or deal with Avery’s reaction to a spell, which would not be good. But, if I jinxed Avery instead of the plant, which was just an inch from my skin, I’d become hysterical, and how long would it be before someone found us?

I bit my lip then yelled “Stupefy!” at the leaves, which froze dangerously close to my arm.

Avery’s eyes bulged. “How DARE you try to jinx me! But you missed, oh yes, a filthy Mudblood can never do anything right, can they? That’s it, though, that’s the final straw! The terrorists are ever closer and the red and blue circles are swirling… I can’t deal with you any more; it’s final, be gone!”

And he pushed me over the side, his malevolent laughter following me.