“Luimere Sebastian, you’re next” Professor Rain called out. The wardrobe shook violently “on three” he ordered “one, two, three!” he waved his wand towards the wardrobe, then it opened. A gush of wind went out and in a blink of an eye, he was drowning
Panic.
The contraction of his lungs without the promised but expected expansion; time slowing, stretching, taunting; being stuck in a glass cage as water quickly rushed from a tap at the bottom of the tank.
Seb can't find the air to breath as the space gets more and more tight, claustrophobia combined with his added fear of large volumes of water, it rushes absolutely everywhere around his bulky physique, clear and salty covering his elbows, and then shoulders, and then neck.
'But I can't swim,' he desperately thinks in Spanish, pressing his hands against the glass with an expression akin to that of a deer in the headlights. He nearly drops his wand in the struggle as he wildly kicks, pressing his face to the glass ceiling of the tank... It's not long until he's completely surrounded.
And the countdown begins.
It's a matter of how long he can hold his breath for, surely. 'Think of something positive,' Seb... Something funny. How could this situation possibly be funny? He kicks against the reinforced glass, desperately trying to break it, crack it, weaken it. Could he even choke out the words underwater? Hurry. You don't have time, Seb. He doesn't have any type of protection, nothing to contain air and it's too late. He coughs underwater, the salty liquid rushing into his system as soon as he opens his airway.
"Riddikulus," he blubbers with the last breath of air, helplessly swishing his wand. At first he thinks it's futile, but... The tank starts rotating, the light's dim and a disco ball appears on the ceiling of the tank. Orange Caramel's Catallena starts playing in the foreground and... A giant and oversized she-merman lands on the top of Seb's confinement, flapping his/her purple tail.
