Freya moved to the front as she was instructed to do, forming a half circle with the other students nearby. Her stomach had already done a number of flips already, there were a few things that came to mind as she wondered what her deepest and darkest fear was. 'I don't really know what it is...it could be one of three...'
But even as she thought about what it could be, some awful, suffocating and gurgling noise filled her ears. The sound of water rushing past her and into her ears and down her throat, feeling the ice cold water around her...that old memory had come back, from that terrible day. She could almost feel the braided-steel rope binding her legs together, and a weight holding her down to the bottom of a pitch black lake with God knows what else down there to keep Freya company. No wand, no help, nothing....
But it suddenly stopped, and now she could hear her late-mother's voice speaking softly into her left ear...

She was so caught up in her memory, that she jumped slightly as the sound of another student nearby her snapped her back into reality, into the now. Freya took a shuddering breath, glad that clean air was able to pass through her, and not freezing, dirty lake water. She kept her wand in her hand as instructed and waited patiently, trying her best to settle her nerves.


OOC: Fear of being weighed down in deep water to drown; the bottom of the lake near her old home to be precise.