Ariadne dashed to her book bag and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. Had she known when they started the activity that she'd have to write a whole paragraph, she'd have gathered some note-taking material way earlier. She took a few minutes to jot down everything she'd learned so far and then dashed back to the portrait. When she returned, Artemesia had been talking away to some of the other students. OH, NO! Did she miss everything?

...no, not everything, because Ariadne got back just in time to hear the portrait's loud gasp and shock over being called dead. Oh, no! She'd gone and made the lady made, and just seconds before, she'd called her precious! She didn't need to get on Artemesia's bad side. She had a paragraph to write! "I'm sooo sorry!" she said. "Please forgive me, Miss Artemesia!"

"You were a SEEKER? That's an awesome position to play!" she exclaimed. "I bet you're a really good player!" She was careful not say 'you WERE a really good player', because as the woman had just pointed out, she was NOT dead. "My sister's a beater for the Holyhead Harpies. I want to be a beater or a keeper one day, too!" Sooo...what else did she want to know? "So what was it like being famous? Did you get to sign LOADS of autographs?"