Wesley entered the room, jittery. But the tiny Hufflepuff's shoulders instantly relaxed as she saw the picture. She knew this.

Sitting down at a desk, she thought hard about a question, and then, after finally decided, drew her runes out of the bag she'd picked up in the last chamber.

Proceeding to write her interpretations, Wesley glanced at the chart frequently. It was a nice picture. The twelve-year-old decided that she liked trees, and when it came to drawing the actual poster, she took great time and care, her nose scrunched up in concentration.

Holding it up in front of her, Wesley compared her picture to the poster. Though her tree hardly looked like the one in front of her, she thought it had a lot of heart in it. It made her want to go outside and sit under a tree.

Finally done, the brunette set down her work reluctantly, and walked through the next curtain much happier then she had been going through the first one.

Maybe they'd get to color some more.