Creepy. that was the first thought in her mind as the door slammed abruptly. Closed shut! And another door emerged. Ira just stared, and stared some more.. It was History of Magic class, right? With the small room, and no Scabior, it didn't quite feel like it!

But by looks of it, she wasn't the only confused one. Ira had taken out many parchments, inwardly groaning that they were gonna be doing lots of note taking. But apparently not. Ira's eyes grew wide, on reading the new message that had appeared with the new door. Make it out of classroom? That was today's lesson? And riddles?

Riddles were meant for Ravenclaws! R for R! They were the ones with the brains. And seniors were more experienced. But.. there was a chance to be excused from homework! Woot! Ira had to go at it!

With a slight frown, Ira carefully read the riddle, trying to make sense. Oh! It was easy. It looked simple enough! Ira quicly scribbled down her answer in the parchment:


taking the parchment with her answer, Ira pushed it ion the mail slot as instructed.

This was exciting!