Jace wondered if all Slytherins were this energetic. The Ravenclaw followed his partner inside the seventh floor, and just busied himself rubbing his cheeks. He was sure it had gone pink again from the compliment earlier, and the half-Japanese was sort of embarrassed that he's always turning a certain shade of red whenever he gets a word for a job well done. Ariadne being a unique Slytherin gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. Jace knows she'd make a good friend, and a Slytherin at that!

As soon as they got to the tapestry, Jace tried his best not to giggle out loud...failing to do so, he inclined his head towards the funny artefact in apology, his shoulders shaking violently from the chuckles. He didn't want to offend it, should the tapestry be sacred or something.

Jace's head turned to where Ariadne was, and quickly took steps towards her...and a statue. "Newton." A very pregnant pause. "I feel sorry for him. I'm all for hands-on learning, but being poisoned for real, right under his nose?" he said, blinking his eyes...examining the statue for the first time. "Barnabas the Barmy..." he grinned at the man's accomplishment of training trolls to dance, and then turned to face Ariadne who completed her calculation.

The Ravenclaw checked and cross-checked her work and gave her a thumbs up. "Correct!" he said beaming at his partner, and nodded in agreement. "I have to agree. We just have to keep our eyes open for the parchment this time." Hopefully no more tricks? Though he did enjoy figuring out the 8th floor one, in all honesty. Jace checked his things, and gently tugged on Ariadne's sleeve. "Let's go!" And down the staircase he went.