Daniel paced around the common room, immersed in his own thoughts. A small notebook he always carried with him was open in his hand as he re-read the cryptic rhyme he discovered on a wall some time ago. A part of him suspected it was a student having some fun, but if that were true, he wanted to know what it meant. He hoped he was mistaken and that something significantly larger, and ideally sinister, was going on. After the Pharaoh's Triumph was destroyed, Hogwarts was starting to get a little dull.

He had reached the game room and looked up from his notebook to see Keighley standing on a chair, reaching up to secure a blanket somewhere high up. He walked to the side of the chair that the girl stood on top of and snapped the notebook shut. He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the right to silently observe what she was doing.