It was nearing that time of the school year again: the time where many students just began to cruise by. Frida was no exception, though it was apparent that she was trying harder in some classes than others. Conferring with Seneca regarding their shared classes — especially the more difficult ones like Ancient Runes and Defence Against the Dark Arts — was the most obvious solution to her problem, despite the 'bother' she apparently was.

Glued to her cousin's side, Frida had began rambling about the odd arrangement of runes in this week's Ancient Runes homework, when the ground beneath them began to grumble. Frida immediately dropped the topic of conversation, visibly shaken, and glanced down. Before she could even grasp was was happening, however, the ground gave way.

Before she could even find the time to let out any noise, Frida — and now her cousin, who she was staring at with wide eyes and a gaping mouth — sat at the bottom of a ten foot hole.

"What — What is this?" she gasped, referring to what she initially assumed to be a trap.

Seneca Lestrange