Harper had decided on exploring the fifth floor this day. Although she had already been through parts of the fifth floor, she was set on getting a good look at everything (that was possible to see within one full term) she could, including getting herself the lay of the land. She still found herself confused in the middle of corridors, not knowing which way to go.

She walked up to the two statues that were on this floor. She looked up at the first one she came to - some Smarmy dude? She didn't really know, but his name was familiar. And - oh look, how pleasant, a patch of swampy swampy muck muck roped off. She peered at it intently, perhaps even more so than she had the statues.

This place was a museum. A school and a museum. Some schools and museums were boring, but this one had roped off mucky muck!!

She hummed a soft tune as she made a half moon around the roped off swampy area, and then stopped again. "See, Pretzel?" she held her pygmy puff away from her so that he could see the muck, if he was even paying attention. "See? That's swampy stuff. Now you'll know what it looks like." Something all pygmy puffs should know.

Yes. They definitely needed to know what "swampy stuff" was.