She dangled there for what felt like an eternity, precariously hanging onto her vine-turned-rope for dear dear life. Not a clinger by nature, Alice sure was one today. And as much as she wanted to touch down on the other side, it was impossible. Her rope was too short to ever get over there, and it was clearly a lost cause.

But after swinging there for a few more seconds, she realized just how close another vine was to her. Was... was she meant to be using more than one of these? Like a monkey? Alice Fischer was no ape, but she could play one for today. The seventh year cautiously let go of the vine!rope with one hand, extending her wand to point at the next vine before her. "Vinea Funiculus."

Very, very slowly, she slid her wand back into the hand that was also clutching the vine on which she relied. Her other hand carefully latched onto the next vine, and as quickly as she could, Alice dropped her weight from one pseudo-rope and moved on to the next.

This.... was hard.