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Fireheart 
Avalon was in the middle of jotting down comprehensive notes about the bubak when she forgot what Headmaster Trent had just said about the creature. She paused, mid-parchment, trying to recall what he said about how the bubak lured its prey. She had definitely read about it, too, but now she couldn't remember. Oh well. She'd just have to read about it again tonight. The next part of the activity seemed strange, but at least there wouldn't be any real bubaks involved. And thanks to the absence of magic, she wouldn't have to attempt to produce a patronus charm. Avalon wouldn't even know where to begin if she had to do that.
Glancing, down at her flashlight, she saw the number 9. So she'd be a wanderer. Avalon held the flashlight in hand, flicking it off for now, as she made her way into the fake corn.
Isla peeked down at her flashlight. Ohh, fourteen. BUBAK IT IS! She cut off her flashlight and secured her mask in place. She wandered off into the darkness of the room and stood there pretending to be a scarecrow. Or a bubak. Or a
whatever it was.
Pretty soon, she saw a wanderer coming along. Isla squinted her eyes in the darkness of the room, but she still couldn't make out who the wanderer was. Well, she saw the girl's face, but she couldn't quite put a name with a face for some reason. Must be a new kid or something.
Regardless, she was a bubak, and the new kid was a wanderer, and that meant Isla needed to attack her. When she came closer, Isla jumped out of her hiding place. She pretended to attack like a real bubak would, but what she was actually doing was showing all her teeth and making an attempt to tap Avalon on the back. She didn't know what else to do to make herself seem like a
real bubak, but there was growling and teeth-showing and the whole nine yards.
TAKE THAT, WANDERER!