Satine was very excited to be going through a maze. She had never been through one and hoped she didn't have a problem finding her way through. She watched the person in front of her run through the entrance and decided that it was her turn. In her head she went over the directions and made a small game plan. Okay, so I need to look close to the ground and try to find some different forms of gillyweed She tried to picture the examples that the Professor had shown them. And then finally decided it was time to go. She popped her gloves to make sure they were on tight and took off running into the maze.

Once inside, she saw some type of flowers lining the walls that looked like Muggle roses, but these moved and wrapped around each other like snakes. She decided to take a right at the snaky roses...she wondered down the long maze corridor and finally saw a dead end, but she thought she could see light through it. She decided to start detangling to see if she could find some gillyweed and if she could cut through the dead end. After a few minutes of detangling, she finally thought she saw some gillyweed tangled up towards the bottom of one of the bushes. She gathered it up and kept trying to break through the dead end wall. Almost as if the passage through was finding the gillyweed, the bushes and shrubs parted opening up to a long wall that had no turns.

Satine hoped through the dead end and headed along her way.

...

What was that, WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?? Maybe it was just Cam's mind affecting him but he was pretty sure he heard a student scream... and cursed. Right now Cam was a mighty bit scared--one because there was a scream and two--'CAUSE HE WAS ALL ALONE IN POSSIBLYYY DANGEROUS PLANTSS. He flailed his arms in the air, poking every plant in his way and just wanting to get the heck out of the flower-ish maze.

But a part of himmm wanted to find the Gillyweed tooooo!

And apparently that part of him won because he instinctively went on the ground. GILLYWEEDDD, I NEEDA GILLYWEEDD. Cam started sniffin', cause that's what dogs did to find their food whatever they wanted to findd. "Come out come out where evahhh you aree..."

Bunzzz did say something about bushes. Ooooh bushes. He crawled on his gloved hands and knees straight towards the bushes, trying to find gillyweed. "Hallooooooooooo?" He blinked and searched the bushes again. "Gill, you there? Gillyyy??? GILLY?!"

Cam twitched.

Torin kept walking till he reached a wall. He had hit a dead end. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed. He would have to backtrack now and go in the opposite direction. He slowly started to go back the way that he came, until he reached a fork. This time he headed to the right.

Hopefully he wouldn't get stuck again. He was starting to feel hot.

What, what, what?

A M - A - Z - E maze? Thatwassoawesome! Fyo could have JUMPED in the air in excitement [even though he was a little disappointed at not being able to answer that last question. The one about the third task, you know.] This was even better than their last lesson! Of course, the giant lilies had been awesome, but being blindfolded.. well, it hadn't been the nicest experience in the world, exactly.

He entered the maze with enthusiasm, noticing an immediate drop in the noise level in his surroundings as he did so. Did the tangly wangly jungle shut out sound? He guessed it did, because he could certainly hear.. a lot less. All of a sudden, too. The third year began to wend his way forward, wondering if there would be bugs around.

Know what? He wasn't scared of bugs, not at all. In fact - and to say the least - he adored nature, and bugs were definitely a huge part of it. And, come to think of it, a MASSIVE part of a lotta food chains depended on them. On bugs, that is. Still, you couldn't deny their ways were.. odd.

A little.

William saw the signal for him to go into the maze and he put on his gloves, donned his paper hat he had made in potions (without Kazimeriz knowing of course) stuck his wand in his pocket and set off singing under his breath "A fishing we will go, a fishing we will go high low the..." Stepping into the maze he began looking his sailors hat laying easily in his rather unkempt hair. His eyes roamed the ground as he kept walking looking for the Gillyweed but finding only normal looking weird plants.

"A surfing we will go a surfing we will go..." he sang as he stooped down and began to examine a small patch of what looked to be weeds. Kneeling down lower he grinned, "Hey buddy gilly, you're mine now." he said carefully extracting the squirming nasty looking gillyweed from its place. Keeping it in his hand he kept walking, wondering what else he would see.

Anna continued to walk through the maze of hedges, until it suddenly occured to her that she'd walked around in a circle for about the past five minutes. She frowned at her own silliness, then glanced down to see the same spot she'd plucked the gillyweed from not too long ago. At least she was right back where she started, though. She supposed it could be worse. She could have made it all the way back to the beginning or something. She shrugged and then pushed her way through the opening she'd created beforehand. She still needed to find a bit more gillyweed, since the amount she'd gathered so far was nowhere near enough. She walked forwards for a minute or two until she came upon a place where she'd need to stop and detangle her way through. Shoving her gloves on a little more securely, Anna began to gently pick and pull at the plants, creating an opening little...by little...by little. When an opening was finally made, Anna heaved out a sigh, then pushed her way through.

Ahhh! An open area!

Feeling like she just had to be close to that pond, Anna sprinted forward. It was nice to be able to move about freely without having to worry about detangling your way through. She continued on like so until from out of nowhere, a large branch swung forward and smacked her right on the forehead. The blow took her by such a surprise that her feet ended up coming out from under her, and she landed on her back with a thud. Shocked by the sudden change of events, Anna laid there, not moving, and tried not to think about what had just happened. She was okay, though...just...a bit shock.

After Chris had found the all-so-important plant, Gillyweed, he shoved the piece had had picked into his pocket. The last thing he wanted was to make the stupid mistake, making it all the way to the pond and had dropped the plant on the way.

He stood up and tried to stand on his tip-toes to see if he could look above the surrounding plants for any hint as to where the pond would be. No such luck. "Looks like I will have to search." So he carefully pushed back plant stalk after plant stalk, and stepped over low bushes. He knew Bunbury wouldn't take her plants being harmed too kindly.

Am I walking in circles?

Fyo blinked, unable to believe he had actually zoned out. Zoned out in the middle of a maze! The Gryffindor shook his head, peering around, before realizing that his thought was incorrect: he had zoned out, yes, but he was not walking in circles.

Phew! Gathering his slightly scattered wits, he began to walk again. Something seemed to crunch beneath his feet - was it grass? He quickly peered to check - and there seemed to be a wind in the air. Of course, he could just be imagining all this - he did tend to imagine a whole lot, you know - but Fyo was pretty sure he wasn't.

Anndd....

Deadd ennddd.

Frowning slightly, Fyo turned around. He needed to stop zoning out, and start looking for gillyweed, dude. The bushes - Hadn't Professor Bunbury mentioned the bushes? Straightening up a little, he glanced around - only to spot a particularly low-lying kind. And there was something down there.. Gillyweed! YAY!

The third year reached the spot that he was sure contained a bit of the magical plant in question and, passing a sort of shaggy-looking shrub on his way, paused once he had reached it. Yes, that was Gillyweed alright. He bent down, and picked the thing up.

Puuurrrrffecctttt!

He saw a clearing! He was so close to the pond now. But he was also tired. He decided to take a break to catch his breath. Which wasn't the greatest idea, he realized when moments after he rested against a tree, he felt a plant reach out and slap him in the face. Hard. [B]"OUCH!"[/B he exclaimed, rubbing where he was hit.

So much for friendly plants here.

Shaking his head, he continued on towards the clearing.

Satine continued down the long hallway but then realized that her new purple heels were sinking into the ground...she could always walk on grass but anytime the ground got the slightest bit wet, she was doomed...o great what a day to wear new heels she thought with an unhappy face...she reached down and pulled them off...she would much rather walk with out her shoes through who knows what then ruin them...she tied the tie ups together and put them over her left shoulder....

She suddenly glanced over her shoulder...had she seen something move...no...her mind must be playing tricks on her...she turned around in a circle to make sure there wasn't anything there...but suddenly she felt a tap on her right shoulder...when she turned she saw a long vine coming out from the wall behind her taunting her...she stepped backwards and ran into another vine from the same wall...no matter what way she stepped they both followed her almost as if they were dancing...she felt her heart start beating widely and then had an idea...

She quickly did a two step...two forward and one back...and then ducked down...the two vines both reached forward to catch her and ended up tangled in the air...she crawled forward and then noticed a small plant with a pinkish flower poking out...recognizing it from one of the pictures, she grabbed the gillyweed and jumped up heading further into the maze...

As she thought about her shoes and looked down at her dirt covered outfit, she realized this was not as fun as she thought it would be.

Professor Bunbury had wandered around to the other side of Greenhouse Two, which was currently housing the tangle jungle, and entered it via Greenhouse Three. She had a pink retro lawn chair sitting beside the open door and another identical chair beside it should Professor Kazimeriz decide to join her. The view from this side of the pond was absolutely spectacular, if she did say so herself. The maze of shrubs and parasites was so thick one could hardly see the students weaving through it - why, she wouldn't have known anyone was there at all if it weren't for the occasional shaking shrub or childish scream.

The redhead settled into her seat more comfortably and peered closer at the maze, making note of who was being attacked by plants and who was successfully plucking gillyweed out from the cuscuta. A few Gryffindors were getting close to the pond, as was one Hufflepuff it seemed, but would they have enough gillyweed to survive?

Time would tell. Meanwhile, Annie had a nice, cool refreshing gillywater to drink and the greenhouse was warm and cozy, as opposed to the raging winter outside. What a lovely day to watch a maze.

Gillyweed, goshYAY!

He had some gillyweed now and that, alone, made Fyo feel revitalized. Not that he needed it - he was already excited, enthusiastic [and half a dozen synoymous words] enough.

OHMYGOSH! BUG!

That had to be a bug! It was, it was, it was! Because only beetles were that shiny and - oh.

It was just a bit of plant.

Fyo pouted, deciding he would get over the disappointment soon enough, and beginning to make his way through the maze, again. At one point, he spotted what seemed like a bit of cuscuta but, by now pretty sure that he was seeing things - a lotta them, too - he ignored it, and went on.

He caught sight of another bit of gillyweed, again in one of the low-lying bushes and, bending down, he gently disentangled a piece from the host plant. The thing was.. dense. As in - really dense.

Having securely pocketed it, Fyo set off again. The maze was beginning to thin - or so, at least, the third year, felt - and he was pretty, pretty sure he was nearing the end of it. A batch of dwarf shrubs loomed in front of him and, making his way around them, he stepped into what seemed like a clearing.

That pond had to be close by..

He pushed his way out through the lest of the plants and reached the clearing where the pond was. Now he was almost done.

Picking up his pace a little, he covered the distance to the water and reached the edge. There he took out the gillyweed he collected and ate it. It was disgusting. Slimy. He almost gagged on it.

Then he started to change. Gills started to form, and he was starting too find it harder to breathe. And his hands and feet were forming webs.

When his transformation was complete and he was finding it hard to breathe, he entered the water and began to swim.

It was nice and cool here. And he could breathe perfectly.

Just when he was reaching the other side, the plant was wearing off. He had taken the right amount.

He reached the other end in his normal state, and leaving the water, rushed and reached the finish.

He was done the maze.

Fyo's feet scrunched along the grass - it was grass and not a bug, right? - as he made his way into the clearing, noticing something like scant vegetation along its sides. He had struck the right path, hadn't he?

....

- He was dirty.

REALLY dirty, to be more precise. His feet now seemed buried under a cake of dirt, and some of it had managed to catch the hem of his robes. The Gryffindor rolled up his sleeves, wondering how long it would be before he started to sweat for some strange reason like eating an excessive amount of gillyweed.

Scrunch, scrunch, scrunch.

PONNDD!

He had found the pond, YAY! Fyo paused by its bank, his mind wandering to the flooding - that was, after all, what water most reminded him of, these days. His spirits plummeted a little, but he managed to make them soar, almost immediately: He had a task to do, and do it, he would.

And now for the gillyweed. Carefully taking it out of his pocket [thank God it hadn't fallen out of a rip in there, or something like that], he BIT into the thing, making sure he confused only a small - but, hopefully sufficient - amount. [He didn't want to choke on excessive gillywilly, you know.]

Moments later, the transformation had began. His breathing became laboured, and that was one of the first tell-tale signs. And now he was growing.. web-like things. On his hands? No, feet. No, wait, both. The third year shook his head, confused. Gillyweed wasn't supposed to give you temporary brain-lock, was it?

Guess it might.

Well, then, just one way out - GET INTO THAT WATER! Because, you know, that was where you belonged after you had nomnom'ed some of the THING. Fyo made for the water, feeling better the very moment he was inside it. He could breathe properly again, YAY!

Ah look, one Puff had survived and was out of the pond already.

"Congratulations, Mr. Kane," Bunbury beckoned the boy to her pink lawn chair. "Here, have a towel." She nudged her head toward the pile of fluffy pink beach towels sitting nearby. "Would you like a gillywater after such an arduous journey?"

Alright, that was a bit of a joke. She wasn't going to hand out gillywaters in class, but they did need to discuss that bit of the lesson before homework.

"HELLO? Marco...?"

Cam was SURE there was a gillyweed somewhere around that area but probably not 'cause no one answered back "Pollo". He frowned and crawled away, looking for another bush to dig in and look for one, putting his arms straight out and trying to get out the stuff that looked like they got in the way--but gently, 'cause those plants had feelings too. "Gilly--gillllllllehhhhhh," he whined, and squinted his eyes to see if he had any luck.

"GILLLYWEED, WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?!" It was a MASTER of the game hide-and-seek. The plant. It was too smart for Cam. The plant could've been in the next bush so he did that.

Maybehh it's in this one... Cam started looking, gently feeling where he could on the bush with his gloved-brushes.

...

And then he felt something, something out of the usual. "Gilly-is diss you?" What if he accidentally broke it or something? Cam did his best to put his big head into the bush, body flat and face down on the ground. Well at least he got... a view... sorta. ARGHHHH. "Daaaaanggg you're all tangled uppppp!"

This task... was so hard.

He first carefully lifted it up and then SUDDENLLYY it curled on his finger. Wearing gloves was... a good idea actually. "Stoppppittttt," he whined again. Eventually he got all of it out and well, it wasn't even that small even. But HONESTLY it looked BLOODY gross. Cam was even disgusted to hold the thing in his gloved in his hands.

Eh. At least he got it. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY." And Cam skipped away in the maze of plants, trying to find the way out.

He smiled as he headed over to Professor Bunbury. "Thanks," he said as he took the pink towel that she was motioning towards.

He dried himself off and laughed as she offered him a gillywater. He knew that she wasn't being serious. "Thank you, Professor, but I don't think so." He winked to show that he got the joke. Then he turned to watch Fyo as he made progress.

"This is a great lesson, Professor. Where do you get all these ideas?" He was impressed with her lessons.

Swim, swim, swim.

Fyo liked swimming. It was one of the things that came naturally to him, and one of the things that made him feel peaceful. REALLY peaceful. But swimming under the effects of gillyweed? That was a different experience, altogether.

And knowing you had gills was..

AWESOMEYAYDUDE!

He tried out his new webbed "limbs," kicking to shoot up the water. He surfaced - and then went down, down, down again. The pond did not seem too deep but, underwater, everything was blue and spooky and pretty, and he liked that. Heck, he even managed to spot some stray algae! Seaweed, too.

When he finally emerged, he was - to say the least - thoroughly wet. And, thankfully, the gillyweed hadn't DIED OUT! on him and left him, choking, in the world of UNDERWATER DOOM! The Gryffindor brushed wet hair off his forehead, before peering ahead to see -

Torin.

Ohmygosh, TORRR RAWRR!

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"Congratulations, Mr. Kane," Bunbury beckoned the boy to her pink lawn chair. "Here, have a towel." She nudged her head toward the pile of fluffy pink beach towels sitting nearby. "Would you like a gillywater after such an arduous journey?"

As he came up, Fyo only caught the bit about the towel. "Can I pick one, too, professor?" he asked, wondering if he was allowed to dirty her PINK! towels. "And, professor, the experience was AWESOME!"

REALLY awesome!

He smiled as Fyo approached him. "I beat you, Fyo." He laughed.

Then he reached out and patted the guy on the back even though he was all wet. "Awesome job, dude!"

He was so pumped after finishing.

William kept on walking humming the song in his head as he did so, his eyes glued onto the ground. suddenly he became stuck and in a moment of panic tripped over the root he had become stuck in and fell landing in a heap on the ground with a loud "Omph!" shaking his head he looked down to see a nasty looking root which seemed to be keeping a hold of him. Devils snare he thought with a hint of panic in his mind.

What did he know of evils Snare? It was a vine-like plant which was alive ... it fed on panicking people, suffocating them...it hated light...it hated light! that was it! Pointing his wand at the plant he muttered, "Lumos!" and watched as his wand tip lit up, blasting the plant with a blast of light. It shrived away in record time allowing him to scuttle out of its way and stand up, still holding the gillyweed.

Being extra careful now he spotted something green a foot ahead of him and moved closer to it. What looked like pink (huh) flowers stemmed from a weird looking green blob thingy. Poking around a bit with his gloves on he sighed shaking his head as he saw the normal looking cuscuta and moved on until he spotted the gillyweed inches from his face smiling at him, as if taunting him. "Though you could hide eh?" He asked carefully prying the plant from its holding place. Looking at the two small lumps of squishy icky gillyweed he shuddered thinking of rats. Rats were the nastiest things on earth!

"Ideas come from....wherever they come from. Iunno," Bunbury shrugged awkwardly at Torin's question, not used to being praised for her ideas. Ever. No one ever saw past the red hair on most days.

She turned toward Fyo, the first Gryffindor to brave the pond, and nodded. "Yes, of course. Everyone who tries the gillyweed is more than welcome to a towel. You can even have a seat here and we'll wait and see who else makes it through the maze alive."

That wasn't overly ominous, not at all.

Diane looked right to find a girl who was apparently talked to her. But, just in case, she pointed at herself with a frown and bit of a silly smile. "Why, thank you," she said for no reason in particular. "I'm a first year too indeed. Pleased to meet you, I'm Diane."

And upon saying this, she held her hand for proper salutations. "Want to team-work through this?"

Stepping forwards and gesturing with the head so Malfalda would follow her, Diane stepped into the greenhouse and it was like a jungle alright. A very pink jungle. She picked a starting point where there was enough room to proceed, and knelt down. Then she took one instrument from her hand, a vial, and placed it next to the invaded vines with white flowers shaped like trumpets. "I believe this is called... Angel's Trumpet. Fitting name, isn't it?"

Slowly, Anna rolled over and pushed herself up off the ground. A few leaves fell from the top of her head, so she assumed there was more where that came from. Sighing, she lifted her hand and brushed all the dirt and leaves and Merlin knew what else off the top of her head. As soon as she got up, she turned around to glance towards the branch that had nearly knocked her out. "Idiot," she spat at it, giving it a rather annoyed look before turning to continue her journey. She wasn't in the greatest of moods now...what after being attacked by a man-eating branch and all. Stupid plants.

Anna walked...ohhh....a good 6 inches before coming to yet another dead end. Wow. So much for getting to walk a good ways. That hadn't even been one good step! Sighing again, she leaned down and began detangle her way through the bushes. She really needed to get a move on finding some more gillyweed, too. At the rate she was going, she still only had enough to survive a whole thirty seconds in the pond. So it was with that thought, that she went to her knees and crawled her way through the maze of bushes rather than walking her way through. She searched each and every bush for the tiniest hint of gillyweed, and lucky for her, she finally came across a large bit of it a few minutes later. With her gloved hands, she gently plucked the rat-tailed nastiness away from the bush. As soon as it was all pulled off, she held it in her hands and watched it as it clung to her fingers. Ewww. She slapped at it, and fussed at it for trying to use her as a host. "I am no host, you...you...," she said, stopping when she realized how silly she must appear...arguing with a lump of gillyweed like so. She glared at it, then stuffed it down into her pocket. She could fill it squirming around in there, and she clinched her eyes tightly to try and focus on something else.

The pond. She needed to get to that pond. With determination, she fumbled her way through row after row of bushes. Pretty soon, a hint of sunlight appeared above, and she burst through a break in the bushes to find...the pond! ...but this was where...oh. She had to consume that gillyweed now, didn't she? Anna sort of gulped, then reached into the depths of her pocket to pull out the squirming mess. It wiggled around in her hands, and before she could give the plant a second thought, she closed her eyes and shoved it in her mouth. She swallowed it quickly, trying hard not to think about what her body was about to look like. She could already feel her skin tingling, and she glanced up to see Professor Bunbury nonchalantly enjoying a drink on the other side of the pond. She raised a shaking hand and waved, but...wait...her hand was webbed! Oh, no! She was running out of time already! Without another thought, she took a running jump and canon-balled into the water.

He chuckled at the Professor's answer. That was so Bunbury. "Well, I hope they keep coming from there. Can I see if I can come up with some ideas too, Professor?" Hopefully she wouldn't say no.

Now he really was starting to want a drink. Even that gillywater was starting to sound good.

Errr..

"Sure, professor," Fyo said, nodding his head. Of course she hadn't meant that anyone could die. Why would she? It wasn't like Professor Bunbury was some form of she-devil, you know. No, really - she wasn't.

He walked over to the pile of pink towels - PINK! - and, half a minute later, emerged from underneath the furry, fuzzy thing looking reasonably drier. Now, was that seat offer still up? Fyo was pretty sure it was - she couldn't be that bad now, Professor Bunbury, nope.

He sat down, giving Torin a warm smile as he did so. "Thank you," he said, as Torin.. well - - you know. Sorta praised him. And he was wondering who was going to come up next, Fyo was.

Hopefully, someone he knew.