Tancred gladly walked up and stood up on the table. Yep, thankfully this place had high ceilings. If the ceiling was any lower, he'd hit the thing for sure which would not have been any fun at all. He smiled and noticed that he had beaten little Garret to the table.

If he breaks the vine cos 'e's so big... will I still get to go? Tancred couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself. The vine was probably strong enough for him. If it could hold up the Slytherin Prefect, it could hold him up for sure.

"Don't worry, Garret," Tancred said, waiting for Erikson to hand him the vine. "You'll get your turn. I think this vine is plenty strong enough to hold me up." He then looked at Erikson and rolled his eyes. First years worried way too much and they were just so ... strange. He held out his hand for the vine. It was now or never.