"This is absolutely not what I signed up for when I enrolled into Peckenpaugh," Presley complains, but he's moving as soon as the other boys make room, pulling himself up after them with ease. Who knew that cheerleading would be more useful than Potions in his life?

Once stable (on Ms. Treetops' giant immobile body, just don't think too hard about it), Presley leads down and holds a hand out to Winter. "I don't suppose anyone has an idea on how we're going to get that cactus down once we climb up there?"