With every breath she needed to inhale, Melanie worried she would drown. It was definitely a new concept: relying on a slimy hunk of plant to allow you to breathe underwater. Looking around at the fellow students, she watched their gills -that was a disgusting concept- move slightly as they gleaned oxygen from the water. She fought the urge to touch her own neck, knowing she would likely vomit into the water if she did.

Trying to distract herself by focusing on the scenery, Melanie took in the various rock formations and towering kelp. As she was looking around, a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Turning her head in that direction, Melanie noticed a...creature of some sort. It was sickly looking, skeletal almost, and by the way it was eyeing the group Melanie could tell it wasn't friendly. Maybe that's a Grindylow, she thought, a lump rising in her throat as she watched the horrid thing wiggle its fingers at them longingly.