OOFH.

Landing on the grass wasn't too bad. Zhenya scrambled to her feet, dusting off and looking around. She looked a little closer and saw Professor Bellaire sipping something? And being fanned off by a house elf? Just looking at it made her thirsty and hot. She kept her robes and cardigan on, though, because carrying them around were highly annoying. Besides, she had to figure out how to get over the cliff. There certainly weren't any broken bridges hanging around. That was a shame, because she now knew how to fix bridges. She knew of one instance where a bridge had been conjured, but Zhenya wasn't sure of that spell. So, obviously she couldn't cast it. She didn't want to conjure rope and secure it at her end, because how was she going to secure it at the other end? If she asked Professor Bellaire to help grab the other end and tie it to a tree, she was fairly certain the answer would be NO. Zhenya scratched her head. What to do? She could fly, of course, but she didn't have a broomstick. She could summon one... but she didn't own a broomstick to summon. And she was confused, she was inside a classroom with a cliff? How was a broomstick supposed to fight its way from the broom shed, into the castle, up to the transfiguration class, through the door, and into the jungle obstacle? No, Zhenya realised it just wouldn't happen. She turned around and went to sit on a large rock. It was about the height of her hips. She pulled her knees up and rested her head down on them, trying to think.

WHAT CAN I DO!???