Merlin, were they about to be buried alive? She tried to look up, only to have dirt land on her face and in her eyes.

"What are we supposed to do?" she asked, crouching down uncomfortably to sift through the dirt for her wand. She couldn't lose it — how else would she do her magic? She still had more to learn before their examinations!

Suddenly, she found a rope (???) sticking in the dirt. It was not her wand. "Hey, what's th—" With a single tug, more dirt fell on top of them, burying Frida from the waist down. "It's - It's a trap, Seneca! We're trapped!" she cried.