Sam's eyes were firmly glued on Dora's screen as the Gryffindor ventured into the kitchen area of the Shack, oblivious to the gathering Ilvermorny students who had already finished. A smile curled on her lips as Dora went over to the stove; the riddle as to where to find the item had been easy for the Ravenclaw. The item itself though, not so much. She still hadn't worked out how the Sorting Hat amended anything...although, again, she would have known to go for the piano had she been there herself.

Sadly she wasn't. A riddle and no Ravenclaws to solve it. A pity indeed.

But no use wondering what might have been. Back to the screen. "Come on, Dora... you're so close now!"