The Black Lake - Simeon and Open
Simeon didn't fight as the squid pulled him under the water. With everything happening in the school, he'd resigned himself to the fact that they were all going to die horrible, horrible deaths.
He'd heard once or twice that drowning was one of the nicest ways to go, and though he wasn't keen on the idea of breathing water and feeling his lungs scream in pain, it sounded nicer than being mauled by a wolf. Or than whatever had happened to that Slytherin girl.
Seb hadn't gone through all this crap, and if he had, he'd conveniently left those details out of his stories, which made Simeon angry. These were exactly the things Seb should have mentioned. Not to their parents, sure, but Simeon would have appreciated knowing that imminent death was coming for him at school.
Moments before death, apparently, afforded people clarity (if they managed not to panic). Unlike his encounter the previous year in the tower, Simeon wasn't panicking, and so he noticed that the squid was flailing around a decent ways away. Which meant...
He looked down, and though he could feel something wrapped around his ankle, he couldn't see anything. Just water.
The water's attacking now!?
That snapped him out of his deathwish and he grabbed his wand and started jabbing angrily at his ankle. He wasn't entirely sure how to fight evil water, but he'd learned a few spells since his last near-death experience, thanks mostly to Caspian and Reiko. Like hell I'm telling him he had a good idea...
He wasn't sure how well a spell would work under water, but he was losing air fast and he needed to try something. The spell came out in the form of sounds and bubbles, but a spark ignited near his feet and, somehow, made the evil water release him.
He swam as hard as he could upwards, and once he burst from the water he scrambled on land as fast as he could. Only then did he notice that his pants and skin had been burned, and it took way too much willpower not to scream. Burns were bad, he knew--hazard of his childhood--but magically induced burns were worse, apparently.
He tried standing, but as soon as he put weight on his ankle he crashed back to the ground, and he screamed, but from frustration rather than pain.
"So how the hell am I getting to the medic then...?" he asked himself, looking around as he considered his options.












