Serina’s eyes widened to the size of saucers and, like Allegra, the girl focused her entire attention on the slothy boy that lounged so casually on the couch. Knowing him, she had a feeling he might have a sudden episode of narcolepsy and pass out on the comfortable cushions before explaining how, exactly, he’d managed to solve Willoughby’s puzzle in less than ten minutes.

Adam looked up from his cellphone, through which he was scrolling distractedly, and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the two girls staring him down. If looks could kill, he would be back at Hogwarts now, as the unofficial ghost of Slytherin House.

Serina twitched slightly as pots and pans were thrown around carelessly somewhere in the background, the noise so loud she was certain it was causing some permanent damage to her eardrums. Her arms uncrossed and her right hand lingered awkwardly by her hip. She almost forgot she had given Willoughby her wand earlier. Ughhhhh. Instead, all she had was this USELESS glass and aluminum brick which couldn’t perform even a simple silencio charm!

“As if,” Serina scoffed, rolling her eyes when Leo entered the room. “You.” She turned to Sloth Boy then. “What’s the answer to the riddle, then?”

“It’s a…” Adam looked away from her and down to his cellphone again, the tiny screen illuminating his face with blue light. “…Tel-e-vision, commonly referred to as TV or telly.”

Serina looked as if someone had just sucked all the oxygen from the room. She turned her head sharply as the chalk scratched against the chalkboard on the wall all on its own. On it, Professor Willoughby’s familiar handwriting appeared, “Very well done, Mr. Kipling! Five points to you, sir! Now, for another five points, turn on the television and find the channel ‘HBO’ there is an amazing Muggle show about a world much like ours, oh it’s amazing, it… well, you’ll see! Go on!”

Serina’s eyebrows furrowed as she read over the words. REALLY. REALLY NOW. Adam Good-for-nothing Kipling was winning already?! No. Something was definitely off here, and she’d be bloody damned if that idiot got away with this. “Hold on just a minute there, Kipling,” hissed Serina slowly, snatching away the TV remote just as Adam sat up and reached for it. “I demand an examination of Kipling’s response, please,” she spoke to the board.

“What?!”