Originally Posted by Ginevra

Daisy had her wand at the ready as she turned the next corner. She was nearly overwhelmed by the mass of paper planes. The Hufflepuff moved her wand in an anti-clockwise circular motion and pointed at the papery objects as she firmly said, "Prima Forma Sylva!" Where to go next? Right, maybe?

Originally Posted by littledhampir

Indigo was a bit distracted as he entered the maze. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the spell they had just learned, and other possible varieties of it. He was no expert on latin but he was sure that some simple research would show that the endings of the prima forma spell were just latin words for the original product, like sand, wheat, and wood. That meant that to give the spell other uses all the user would have to do would be to find out the latin word for other products. The concrete walls, for example. What even was concrete made out of? He was pretty sure it was just rocks. If that was true, then he'd be able to revert the wall to a pile of rocks if he knew what the latin word for rock was. He found it all very interesting.

He was moving forward through the maze and had his wand in his hand as these thoughts swirled through his mind. He was sure that if something did jump out at him he'd snap back to reality.

Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi

His wand at the ready in case something tried to attack him right away, the Ravenclaw moved forward slowly. Both because he wanted to be careful and also because he was nervous.

He was tall and if he could have he would have cheated by looking over the walls but they were too high so he had no choice but to walk forward. Until he arrived at a dead end.

He looked left, at the darkness that awaited him and then right. That path was lit but something ..or rather someone was blocking it. Someone who was wearing a school robe. Holding his wand on eye level, he stepped closer and closer until he realised that it wasn't one of his classmates ...but himself.

NOPE!

Without any other thought, Dorian turned around on his heels and walked back swiftly. He'd choose the dark looking path over his own image any day. Unless it had just been a mirror? Oh merlins beard what if it just had been a mirror?! "Lumos" he said as he entered the darkness because he didn't want to take that chance. An image of himself in a maze, mirror or not was way too freaky.