Remi and I barely escaped the garden with our lives. We'd just finished our Clairvoyant Geography final and headed down past the reflecting pool to kick back and chill in one of those gazebo thingies, but as we neared it...

"Remi! Watch out!!!"

The tendrils were razor barbed and quick as lightning. Remi screamed and was being pulled feet first into the undergrowth. I pulled my chakram from my backpack and flung it at the wretched vines, which neatly severed them but left them flailing and squirting out a virulent, corrosive sap, which unfortunately Remi got the worst of...

I scooped Remi up and we made it to the gazebo, but by then the plants were on to us. Massive, dark purple spathes and blood red labellums, gnashing fangs, hissing bristles and fringes. Remi was still weeping in pain from the toxic spew from the vines, but we were able to unstrap our sickle swords and fend off the fiendish flora until campus security pulled up next to the gazebo in one of their armored gardening vehicles and we were able to leap onto its roof and grab the handholds while they sped away.

Tomorrow's our final in Temporal Probability.