When the door opened in the other room Vickers eagerly crawled through the door space...
*SPLAT*
.... hello gravity ye ol' friend.
Groaning he picked himself up, knitting his brows together. This is one heck of a class. Would he remember any of these when he's having his NEWTs? Worse... is he going to have to go through any of these during his NEWTs? Merlin forbid he wants to actually live to use his NEWTs not die through it.
But at least now he's in what looks to be a proper room and as he glanced around for the clue he saw the grey clouds painted on the ceiling. Huh a tribute to the illussions of the Great Hall? Thats fine... now where is that cl--
*RRRRRUMBLE!DOWNPOURRRRRRR*
Oh sure... drench him to the bones why dont yah...
He found the riddle but writing it on a parchment was a challenge in itself. How on earth is he going to write something down without it turning into some kind of blueberry oatmeal in his hands? He looked about for some kind of shade... yeah as if Scabbior would provide that. He then scurried towards one corner of the room and hunched down, using his back to protect his book bag as he struggled to scribble out the answer within its folds. Hastily folding it inside he ran towards the door and quickly slammed it through the mail slot. Please let it be right, he needs to get out of the rain!