First the mysterious swamp, now this. Her muggle biology teacher would appreciate the flora within these castle walls. Pity Alba couldn't share. The first year wrinkled her nose at the writhing mass of slime, goo, and gunk before pulling a large piece of folded parchment from the pocket of her pale periwinkle cardigan.

In a swooping cursive-script combination, she marked this new finding on her admittedly...ahem...rough sketch of the castle.

Nice. But also, YUCK.

Peering curiously down at the creatures, Alba finally noticed the staircase beyond them. Unfortunately the situation wasn't friendly to her outfit choices. She knew few spells only being a first year. She could neither magic the slime to the side (it probably was unwise to cast any magic near all these slugs without investigating further, anywho) or magic the slime from her clothes.

Slipping a smaller, less hearty piece of parchment from her pocket, Alba wondered how to explain the situation at hand to her mother Briony, who was more likely to have answers to a slug-related conundrum than her other mother Mileva. She thought it unlikely any other student would just stumble on by with answers to her plethora of questions, but she didn't want to leave yet, and so she sat on a carefully inspected stair (um, cold much?) and fished a quill from her bag.