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Noel Laurent 
His mind reeled with useless thoughts as the flames around the bouncing bulb seemed to suddenly be a contagious disease. Soon, all the bulbs were lit on fire, and he could not help the amazed chuckle that escaped him, no matter how much it hurt to smile.
Leaning against the wall, he decided to wait for the bouncing bulbs to burn to ash, before trying to find a way out of here, completely oblivious to the stalk vine growing up the walls. He did not need to light his wand, since the fire lit up the cave enough as it was, and the slight rise in temperature warmed his cold skin a bit.
But fire was always deadly, to all those it trapped. The smoke in the air was one thing, but once the bouncing bulbs started coming after him… that was another situation.
Casting a few knockback jinxes towards the bulbs, he quickly ran/limped his way towards the lake water before turning around and...what in the world was he doing? Knockback Jinxes? Why knock them back when..."Immobulus!" he yelled, pointing his wand towards the bulbs.
He was ready to dive into the water just in case but, the sooner the bulbs burned, the faster he could get out of here. If, he could find a way to get out. He hadn't seen any passageways.
The Immobulus spell does the trick, stopping the flaming bouncing bulbs in their tracks. Hopefully that spell will keep them occupied long enough for them to burn out, if you cast the spell strong enough, that is.
Now that the bulbs are taken care of for the time being, it looks like there's only one way to go -- up the beanstalk.
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Monique Bernard Monique kept climbing until she reached more ground. Stepping off she took a few minutes to gather her breath. She needed a nap. And a shower.
But mostly she needed to get out of this cave. She missed daylight. And smelling normal. She missed that too.
Anyway, moving on. Monique set off down the path staying in the middle. There were HUGE drop offs all of which probably would cause her to end up in one of those bowtruckle trees. No thank you!
Soon she came across a fork. To the left the path was about the same size, to the right however the path was wider. She turned her head right and then left before deciding to take the left narrow path.
Why? Because a narrow path meant there wasn't going to be anything large on the path. At least, she hoped that would be the case.
It may be narrow, but at least it's flat. The only danger, from the terrain at least, lies in the rocky stumbling blocks jutting up from the floor. Watch your step, the rocks down below don't make good cushions.
As you proceed forward, all seems to be quiet until a number of large bushes are nestled in your path. From afar, they look like normal bushes, until you get closer and realize those bushes are actually made out of numerous spikes! As you get even closer, the plant closes to your left proceeds to shoot one of these spikes at you—it misses and shoots off into the darkness and falls over the edge without a sound, but hopefully your reflexes are top notch, because your only way forward is to get past these plants!
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Jermaine Rousseau Jermaine continued throwing the stick bugs off him while they continued to tear at his skin. No matter what he did they still attacked his head.
Must. Keep. Them. Away. From. The. Eyes.
Shaking them off the scarf... that was almost shredded to pieces now, he wrapped what was left of it around his left hand and started punching like crazy at the creatures. There was no way he was going to let them stop him from getting his wand. They were litte sticks after all and he was a grown person. He could and he would beat these things.
Hearing a few of them splash into the water he continued his climb up the tree making sure to protect his face as he went. Almost there he reached out for his wand hoping he was close enough to grab it.
"MUST. GET. MY . WAND."
The bowtruckles continue to claw at your arms and wrists, even though the punches here and there do send a few of them flying back towards the tree. Even though the punches aren't the most effective way of taking them down, you manage to distract them just long enough to grab your wand. Hurry before they get back on their feet and continue to fight!
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Brielle Lambert The feeling of gravity that seized her body as the lily pad sunk into the dark water, forced Brielle to think quickly. With all the strength she could muster, the Beauxbatons Student, launched her arms up into the canopy. One hand's grip was successful, however the other grabbed a branch that was sheathed in dead bark.
Crumbling in her hand, the bark gave out, causing Brielle to swing armed on the branch.
With an almighty groan, the Seventh year puller her body up, using only the strength on her one arm. Hooking her arms over the branches, Brielle hang by her armpits, catching her breath.
Pulling herself into the canopy of small trees, Brielle began to swift her weight from one tree to the next, like a possum.
A possum with excellent taste in clothing.
While it might not be the most conventional way to tackle the anti-gravity trees, the swinging possum act does the trick, moving the champion across the water and towards the opposite shore.
After crossing the water, you realize that the faint glow you’ve been seeing this whole time is extremely familiar—it’s your wand! It’s nestled safely in a tree, but don't celebrate yet! A number of sticks seem to be standing guard within the branches of the tree. The sticks are moving around and look like tiny little stick figures with very long fingers…they’re clearly Bowtruckles. It’s very obvious that the only way you’re going to get your wand back is to make it past this little army of tree men…but how?