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The Narrator 
The dark water envelopes you as you jump in, but the bowtruckles do not follow. It churns around you.
Wand now in hand, you might want to see to some light. Once you do, a quick look around will tell you that you are in the middle of the lake, with the far shore in front of you. That is your destination. That is where you must go.
The lilypads below seem to bob in and out of the water as it churns and the trees spread further apart. Skittering among the leaves suggests that the bowtruckles in neighboring trees are anxious to be appeased, as well.
Jermaine was a bit relieved when he landed in the water and not in another tree... or worse on the hard ground. Not to mention the bowtruckles didn't follow him. That in itself was a HUGE relief.
"LUMOS!"
Unable to see anything due to the darkness Jermaine lit his wand. It is then that he realizes he is in the MIDDLE of the lake. Spotting the lilypads floating around he decides to not mess with them. The last time he tried using them he ended up just falling in the water. Since he was already in the water there was no reason to try to stay dry.
The only way he can get to that shore now is to swim for it. Arms and hands aching and bloody he starts to swim making sure NOT to let go of his wand. He was not about to lose it now.