THERE WERE GRINDYLOWS GRABBING AT THEM,…heck, they were even grabbing at Professor Wayland. Beth still held her wand in a vice grip, she had been backing up of course when the attack happened. ”NOT TODAY,” she yelled at them her voice still sounding rather off in the water.

When they started reaching for them, biting – scratching and trying to trap her classmates in watery graves she began to move. Began to think, then she remembered it. The spell she’d learned about at Quidditch camp – the one that was banned at Appleby-Arrows games…”careful…and sorry if I hit you guys” she muttered as she fired off an arrow shooting spell toward the bony hands of the grindylow nearest her. She didn’t want it hurting her friends, she just wanted to scare it off really.

Now…what did they learn in History…spells, spells…something about Harry freaking Potter…right, right. The revulsion jinx wasn’t that what it was? She didn’t know that one yet so she’d have to wing it with something else…something, that might not work. Pointing her wand again at another one not sure if it worked or if anything worked. ”petrificus totalus” her voice was small, meek, muffled by the water but the light. Her wand cast a temporary white light…hopefully it worked, she wanted it to work. She needed it to work.