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In spite of the warmer spring weather that was becoming more present with each day at Hogwarts, your body immediately reacts to the sudden change in climate. Not even the vanishing Scottish winter could have prepared you for the frozen tundra that you are now standing in. Snow stands up to your knees, which extends to the mountains surrounding you. Perhaps the view is not a priority, however. Your body begins to shiver from the intense cold that is engulfing you, and it feels like something is biting at every exposed part of your body.

What does this challenge have in store for you? Hopefully you act fast, or you'll freeze before you even find out.

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Merlin on an iceberg, it was freezing.

Why was it always freezing? Okay, the last challenge had been outside, in winter... sort of. Well, did that really count? It had only been a daydream, after all, so technically it had been Kyle's own imagination that was to blame for how cold it had felt at the time (and it crossed his mind that that was exactly the case right here, right now, but Kyle reasoned that they wouldn't play the same trick twice, not having let them know what signs to look out for).

As for the first challenge,the cold had all been down to the Dementor. But now they were throwing them into an even colder environment, Kyle had to wonder if there was a taskmaster in charge of this competition who enjoyed watching students turn into giant blocks of ice.

There wasn't any time to take in his surroundings and look for signposts - literal or otherwise - just yet; Kyle's first priority was to get warm, and stay warm. If he froze solid, he wouldn't be able to get anything else done, and that would be terribly inconvenient.

His thoughts immediately went to the spell he had used to transfigure a blanket in the first challenge, and the chapter of his Transfiguration textbook that it had belonged to. There was plenty he could do here, he only needed to sacrifice scraps of his school robes.

Again.

And the sooner the better, before he lost the feeling in his fingers and could no longer even keep hold of his wand.

Kyle worked quickly, using Diffindo to sever scraps from his uniform robes where they met in the middle of his chest, rather than at the hem, as the latter had been touching the snow up to his knees all this time, and were likely already sodden. No point transfiguring some winter clothes if they were just going to be soaking wet, after all.

When he had enough scraps of material (and his robes were looking suitably tattered, Kyle began methodically transfiguring the material into winter clothes.

"Escarpa Vellus." Moving his wand in a simple top-to-bottom line, Kyle watched as the blue fabric stretched and lengthened out until it took the form of a woollen scarf, which he gratefully wrapped around his neck and the majority of his face. "Caput Vellus," he continued, giving a small circular flick of his wand as he pointed it at the next piece of fabric. That, too, changed shape, this time into a woollen hat, which, again, he pulled on, not caring how ridiculous he might look, only that he stay warm and able to function.

"Manus Vellus." His hands were shaking with the cold by this point, and a shiver had taken hold of him, but Kyle managed another small circular flick of his wand, twice over. Once the fabric changed from a blue scrap of robes into a blue pair of gloves, he pulled those on as well, and focused on the final scrap.

"S-summus V-vest.... Summus Vestis." Kyle moved his wand in the customary backwards Z motion, focusing as hard as he could on the mental image of a jacket. It wasn't difficult to focus, seeing as he was so cold, a jacket was all he wanted right now.

When the fabric had transformed into a long jacket, Kyle pulled it on and hurriedly fastened it at the front, using Adhaero to keep it closed.

Now he was all bundled up and ready to take on the extreme weather conditions, but Kyle wasn't yet satisfied. Pointing his wand this time at himself, and mainly at the jacket, he moved his wand as though he was drawing an infinity sign with it. "Caelum S-saepio."

But an Insulation Charm on its own wasn't likely to help, and Kyle knew that. He had already lost a lot of body heat purely from being exposed to the elements for so long, but that was easily dealt with. He stuck his wand inside the jacket, so that the tip of it was between his uniform and the transfigured coat, and cast the Hot-Air Charm, blasting it through the inside of the jacket, and feeling the warm envelop him. With the Insulation Charm in place, that... should keep him going, especially now that he was fully wrapped up. As for his feet, and his lower legs, he would have to settle with occasionally casting a Hot-Air Charm at his legs and feet as he moved through this tundra, if the cold started to get unbearable, though hopefully he could find a way out of this abominable snow sooner rather than later.

Right then... onwards? Having no clue what else to do, Kyle took a few experimental steps, arms wrapped around his torso and wand gripped tight in his gloved hand, looking about for some kind of clue as to what he was meant to do, and hoping against hope that his magic so far would serve to keep him safe and warm, at least until the end of the hour.
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Needless to say, tearing up ones robes in the middle of a frozen tundra was an interesting decision. But your efforts in doing so did not go to waste as the material that had been cut off transfigured into the desired clothing. Covering your skin was a good start, even with the addition of the Insulation Charm to keep your body heat inside. The arctic chill was still ever-present, still threatening to freeze you to the spot where you stood. Fortunately for you, you will not be frozen there thanks to that Hot-Air Charm.

Even so, all of your efforts was not enough to protect you from the western wind that had suddenly sprung on you with great force. Odds are your arms aren't wrapped around you anymore, for the wind was forcing you backward into a drift in the snow. Maybe you have enough strength to fight through it long enough until the wind ceased. But the second blow, coming now from the north, was not expected and pushes you sideways.

Is there meaning to be gained from the changing wind? Or is it just a norm here in this winter wonderland?
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It was probably worth mentioning that the wind... had a way of getting right on Kyle's nerves. He didn't know why it bothered him so much, only that when he was pushed this way and that by an invisible force, it brought his frustration levels way up high. Like, what right did the weather have to buffet him around like this? It was infuriating.

The wind first hitting him took Kyle by surprise, and he did indeed fall back into the snow, unable to keep himself upright or even really do anything. When the wind didn't immediately let up - and after a stream of muffled French curse words behind the scarf - Kyle brought up his wand and cast, "Protego!" It didn't block all of the wind, and Kyle didn't really expect it to, but it took the bite and the majority of the force out of it, giving him time to think and get back to his feet. Sort of.

Except not really, because soon after, the wind changed and blasted him from another direction. It sent him toppling over, this time landing on his side. Naturally, frustration levels rose even more. Maybe this was what it was like to be Valerie, except that

What exactly was he supposed to do here? There wasn't exactly a lot to go on, and Kyle's first thought was that he needed to follow the way the wind was pushing him, though the probability of it being that simple an answer seemed unlikely. Even as he righted himself again, looking at his surroundings, Kyle tried to think: something to do with this environment, this weather, the wind... and something to do with magic.

Not wanting to just stay stood where he was, Kyle started moving - quickly - in the direction that the wind seemed to be pushing him, fighting the urge to yell obscenities at it as he did so. And while he moved, he did what he did best, and considered things.

Divination was the only thing that was coming to mind, and it was only because he had recently begun intensively studying it, for this very reason. Or... well... because of the IMPS, at least, not because he had ever anticipated this situation. And, even while he had studied the topic, he'd continued to doubt the usefulness of doing so: would they test their capabilities on a such an unreliable branch of "magic"? It had seemed like a waste.

But even so, that was where his thoughts had gone. There were ways of divining that used the wind; Austromancy, Anemoscopy, easy enough to remember seeing as they tended to be listed in alphabetical order, meaning those were near enough at the top of the list.

Maybe it really was just as simple as following the wind, though. Or maybe it was about some pseudo-magic like Divination and Austromancy, or maybe it was something else entirely. Kyle wasn't sure what else to do as yet, so he just... moved where the wind pushed him and hoped that it would be at least partially successful.
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While casting a shield was a smart move, unfortunately the wind bested you. Now that it had changed direction, it seems set on pushing you southward.

Traveling with the wind was a very wise decision on your part. Working with the wind, rather than fighting it, only made common sense. The wind continues to blow with consistency and swirling snow around. As the wind pushes you further through the freezing tundra, there are patches of ice at your feet that might cause you to slip should you step on it wrong.

But you were correct in letting your mind consider Divination. Which one of those methods of interpreting the wind best fit your current situation? The wind started in the west, ceased so suddenly, and then began again in the north. What could that possibly say about what is to come?
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Kyle had always sort of prided himself on his ability to absorb and retain information, and to recall it when necessary, except that 'when necessary' had never before been when he was fighting his way across the deep snows of a tundra. Yes, he could think and be logical and recall information when he needed it, but doing so in a high pressure environment was a completely different matter. Having to think quickly and make important decisions on the fly was one of the reasons Kyle had never liked Defence Against the Dark Arts, duelling in particular.

Though, even now, fighting his way through the ridiculously deep snow, Kyle thought he'd rather this than be stuck in a duel. At least right now he didn't have to bother paying attention to somebody else on top of thinking quick and not making stupid decisions.

But even so, having to try and remember his studies while also trying to keep himself upright, working with the wind but not allowing it to send him flat on his face, and attempting to progress forwards to... Merlin knew where... it was difficult. Kyle didn't know if it was the Thunderbird part of him that kept his adrenaline pumping so much, or if it was just because that was how everyone would react, but he knew that it kept him moving forward. That, at least, was crucial.

Kyle was certain that, were he in a quiet classroom or the library in either Ilvermorny or Hogwarts, the information he needed would have come to him much sooner than it did. In fact, he had to try and imagine he was sitting in a calm, warm classroom, and not battling his way through the wind and the snow, as he wracked his brains for any information that might help him.

Austromancy, a subcategory of Aeromancy, all to do with... the air, the sky, the weather. In actuality the wind was just a result of air pressure all across the globe, but in Divination it was believed that it could predict the future, or something. Anemoscopy, in particular... that was all to do with wind direction. That part was easy enough to remember as long as you remembered that 'anemo' usually referred to wind. Greek, Latin, Sanskrit... root languages were pretty important in the study of anything magic, after all. It paid to at least read up on them from time to time.

Okay, so-- woah!

While he was preoccupied with thinking, Kyle slipped on a patch of ice, flailing comically before ending up face-first into the snow, some of which slipped down under his scarf. He scrambled back to his feet again, before the snow could seep through any other layers of clothing and counteract the well-insulated hot air that was trapped inside of his coat.

Scholarship... think of the scholarship.

Okay, so... ultimately it came down to... wind from the south and the east was good, and from the north and west was bad. And the wind, it was intense, strong... stopping and starting, and that was... bad. Of course. Of course.

Kyle stopped in his tracks. He didn't believe in Divination, and therefore didn't agree with it being tested in the IMPS competition, but just because that was what he thought, didn't mean that the staff from either school would agree with him. The likelihood was that Divination would, at some point, be included in one of the challenges, and why not now? Kyle had no idea what else they might be testing him on right now. Also, Divination might be a load of trash, but the challenge-makers had control of the environment, didn't they? They could manipulate it so that the elements would accurately predict what was to come. Total control.

Winds from the north and west... bad omens, bad things to come...

Though it was pointless to do so, Kyle looked back behind him, towards where the winds were blowing from... strong... quickly changing... dire times...

A four-point spell would probably be useful, to really be sure of the cardinal directions that the winds were coming from, but Kyle didn't want to risk them blowing his wand out of his reach, even for a moment. He wasn't even sure that blocking the gusts with his body would do any good. And then there was the fact that the intensity of the wind, the way it suddenly changed... that meant 'dire times'. Just going on logic, and probability, Kyle was willing to bet that the wind was, indeed, coming from north and west. 'Bad omens' tended to go hand in hand with 'dire times'.

Now that he'd thought about it, it seemed obvious that that was what he was supposed to be figuring out from his environment; that something bad and dangerous was waiting for him up ahead.

Wonderful. Truly, really magnificent.

Sighing heavily to himself, Kyle gripped his wand tight and braced himself all the more, before moving again in the direction that the wind had blasted him. All the while, he wondered, what could they possibly have in store for him, especially if such a prediction was to be believed?
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As unpredictable as the wind seemed to be at first, it remained consistent now that it was set on sending a strong north wind to move you south. Even though this pattern seemed odd, at least you were able to correctly make a prediction about what was in store for you once you got to wherever the wind was pushing you.

Dire circumstances were definitely ahead. But what exactly were those circumstances? Only time would tell.

Continuing your walk through the tundra, the wind blowing against your back, you see something shimmer up ahead. Is that where you are meant to go? There is only one way to find out, isn't there?

As you get closer and closer, the shimmering something you saw becomes larger and clearer to you and the wind lessens with each step. The shimmering came from an odd metal box, covered in random dots, that seemingly was keeping a cage protected by strong magic closed up tight. The metal bars of the cage are glazed with ice, but it is perhaps the short, elderly figure behind the bars that has your fullest attention right now. Your grandmother, Everleigh Desjardins, awaits within, shivering from the cold as small puffs of air escape her lips.
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Divination and scrying or not, Kyle was only growing more frustrated with the wind. It was better, now that he was moving with it instead of fighting it or even standing still, but still just infuriating. Still, he moved forwards, or rather, as it had turned out, south.

Aside from his internal griping about the wind, and his continued musings on the subject of Austromancy and Anemoscopy and whether he had missed some vital information, Kyle had started thinking a little more seriously about exactly where he was, how he had got here, and how they were regulating this. Might it be another daydream? Or had they really dropped them in another part of the world? If the latter, then were they definitely still in control? How? Or was it some other kind of magic that was in play here, something they hadn't yet employed? Something to keep them on their toes.

After the earlier slip and subsequent face-plant, Kyle had been keeping his eyes down, trying to watch his step. It was a pointless exercise, really, as the snow was so deep he couldn't see any lower than his knees, but it did make him feel just slightly more stable on his feet, so he didn't stop. The next time he looked up, and caught sight of the shimmering ahead, he felt the small glow relief mixed with great apprehension. The next part of the task was close, it had to be, and he was progressing through it... but being relieved about that felt downright stupid until he knew exactly what he was about to be up against. There were a number of things Kyle would pass on in favour of battling through the snow, as it happened. So... no early celebrations.

But it didn't matter what he preferred to do; the only way through the challenge (and successfully, at that) was likely something to do with that shimmering. Kyle moved forward, still gripping tightly onto his wand, and feeling slightly more relaxed (in spite of himself) as the wind began to lessen.

Though that relaxed feeling didn't last long, because all too soon, Kyle's attention was drawn away from the strange shimmering and towards the... whatever it was that it was connected to. A big... box? No... a cage. And a figure inside it... one that looked... horrifyingly familiar.

When Kyle realised exactly who he was looking at - which didn't take long, as it took the shape of someone he knew very well indeed - his heart leapt in his throat, and his blood suddenly ran cold, cold as the snow he was still knee-deep in.

"Grand-maman!" Kyle yelled, suddenly throwing caution to the wind and running the last few metres as fast as he could, given the circumstances, to the cage. He slipped again on his approach and grabbed the bars to keep himself upright. "Grand-maman!" Could it really be her? Here, in this... this place? They had played so many tricks on them so far that Kyle didn't know what to believe. But it didn't matter, he wasn't even going to try and logic his way around this, think of ways it might not be what it seemed. He was looking at her, his grand-maman, locked in a cage, and cold... so cold...

It wasn't even about erring on the side of caution - Kyle wasn't even thinking about that. He was reacting to his grandmother here, in this dangerous place, exposed to the elements.

"Grand-maman," Kyle repeated, pulling the scarf down off of his face so she could see him properly, and perhaps unwisely attempted to reach through the bars for her hand as he continued on in hurried, frantic French. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? It's me, it's Kyle, grandma. I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

How exactly was he going to do that? Kyle didn't know, and the shimmering box was not yet his highest priority.

That relief he had felt? That relaxed feeling? Both gone, drowned by anxiety, and by dread.
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The reaction to your grandmother being trapped within icy bars is heartbreaking. But what are you going to do to get her out of the cage? So far, your questioning and promises is only bringing her and yourself more time in the cold. From the looks of it, Everleigh Desjardins wouldn't be able to take much more of this environment. Act fast and pull yourself together, Mr. Baker.

The elderly woman wanted so much to respond to your questions. Her mouth opens, only to reveal the chattering of teeth even though she so desperately wanted to state your name with her voice. Her eyes, though her glasses are slightly askew, look into yours and she tries instead to move her arm toward the bars. No matter how much willpower she puts into such a simple movement, she is unable to do so. The freezing temperatures have chilled her to the bone, making her quite stiff.

But if you happen to looked down at her hand, you will see that she is gripping tightly onto a piece of something that is off-white in colour. Could this be a clue on what you need to do free of her this arctic prison? To find out, all you need to do is reach for it.
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His grandmother's restricted, her uncharacteristically broken appearance, it made Kyle feel physically sick. She already looked almost completely frozen, and though something at the back of Kyle's mind told him that they would never let people die for the sake of the competition - never put them in real danger - the panic that threatened to grip Kyle's heart and mind seemed unlikely to listen to reason.

The thought came to Kyle to transfigure some more winter clothes and push them through the bars for his grandmother, but judging by how little she was moving - she couldn't even speak - there was no way she would even be able to put them on, and there was little he could do from out here that wouldn't risk wasting valuable time. Somehow, Kyle knew that her almost-frozen state was supposed to jolt him into action, to stop him from taking too much time and to truly race against the clock. Perhaps it would be faster to get her out of the cage then to waste time attempting anything else.

As Kyle pushed his own hand through the bars, he automatically looked at hers, at last laying eyes on... whatever it was that she was holding onto. That, he needed that, there was not a doubt in his mind. Kyle's grandmother wasn't exactly in any state to hold it out to him either - a fact that perhaps had his eyes stinging and welling up, though no tears fell - so he needed to do all the work here. Fine by him; Kyle just wanted his grandmother out of that... that prison. He reached through the bars, extending his arm as far as he could so that it was almost painful, fingers spread wide. He jammed his shoulder up against the bars too, in an attempt to reach as far as possible, and a shiver went through him as the side of his face made contact with those ice-covered bars.

If this failed, then maybe Accio? But... he couldn't be sure of what he was summoning, so, for the time being, eschewing magic for good old-fashioned manual work would be sufficient.
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There is no need for you to be considering a Summoning Charm. It would have been ineffective, for the cage is protected by advanced magic that causes any magic casted on it to rebound. The only way to open the cage or get anything from within needs to be done manually. Good intuition on your part, Mr. Baker.

You arm reaches through the bars and your hand inches closer and closer toward your grandmother’s freezing hand. You can feel the cold against your face as your face makes contact with the icy bars, though the chill is worth it if it meant getting hold of whatever it is the elderly woman is holding.

After your hand touches your grandmother's, you realize that you need to be very gentle at removing whatever is in her hand. Her fingers, a light shade of blue, are difficult to move because of how cold they are. Your gloved hand proves a temporary source of warmth as you wiggle a piece of parchment from her grasp.

Now with the slip in your grasp, you slip your arm out of the cage and unroll it to find a series of numbers written on it that you will need to decode:

285 6995 19751
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It was no easy feat, even getting hold of the mysterious something that his grandmother held, the mysterious something that turned out to be a scroll. When Kyle had hold of it, he fumbled with it a little, trying to unfurl it and having to also contend with the woollen gloves on his hands. But then, when he could see what was written there, he didn't feel the rush of immediate understanding that he had hoped for. Instead, he could only stare blankly at the numbers written there, understanding nothing and thinking only of his trapped and freezing cold grandmother. Surprisingly, Kyle wasn't a robot; he found it incredibly difficult to focus on anything when someone he loved was in - or even just appeared to be in - mortal peril.

Numbers... numbers... so... Arithmancy? That was Kyle's first thought, as it likely would be for anyone who had studied at a wizarding institution like Ilvermorny, or Hogwarts. Numbers meant Arithmancy, it was just the immediate assumption, like how in the No-Maj world, numbers made people think of math.

But... Arithmancy wasn't the only Ilvermorny subject that dealt with numbers, was it? Kyle looked up from the scroll and forced himself to look, not at his grandmother, but at the box he had seen on the front of the cage. He wiped his sleeve over it, but the white dots stayed where they were, meaning that they weren't stray snowflakes, but part of the image. Stars? The night sky? It seemed most likely, and if that was the case, and this was about Astronomy, then... what if that was what the numbers were all about?

Kyle could almost feel his heart dropping. Astronomy... he wasn't exactly brilliant at that subject, and if he was supposed to know what these numbers meant with no other context, then both he and his grandmother were doomed. Were they... something to do with a star catalogue? Did the numbers correspond to stars that he was supposed to be able to pick out from the picture? It was the only Astronomy thing Kyle could think it might be, and he hoped against hope that that wasn't the case.

He looked down at the scroll again, and then at his grandmother inside the cage, feeling totally, utterly helpless. He was supposed to save her, to get her out of there, but... how?

It was impossible to focus, not when she was in there looking like that; Kyle didn't know how he was expected to just ignore one of the only two people he genuinely loved and deeply cared for in the world, when she was in that cage. He gripped the scroll in his gloved fist for a moment, and pulled his scarf from around his neck. Pushing his arm back through the cage, he did his best (given how far it was to reach) to try and position the scarf over his grandmother's hands, to try and give them at least a bit of protection, a little warmth. Extremities tended to be particularly vulnerable in the cold, quickly succumbing to frostbite. Really, Kyle would have preferred to try and get his hat onto his grandmother's head (the head lost heat faster than any other part of the body), but could only really see that wasting more time than he could afford to lose. The only reason he had even bothered with her hands was because he knew he'd need at least a few extra minutes to solve this... whatever it was.

Speaking of which, Kyle moved back to the box, crouching down in front of it so that it was between him and his grandmother, blocking his view of her. He needed to focus.

Kyle was still hoping that his thoughts about Astronomy were far from the truth about what he needed to do, which brought him back to the topic of Arithmancy... numbers. While Arithmancy was not Kyle's best subject (Potions took that accolade) he was not bad at it either; it sat somewhere in the middle of his list of best-to-worst school subjects, so he was sort of holding out hope for that right now.

There was something to do with strings of numbers that Kyle thought he could remember from Arithmancy class, something that he was struggling to recall, given the conditions. Did it maybe apply here? Something about... getting into enchanted things?

Frustrated, frantic, and not wanting to waste any more time, Kyle inspected the box and tried to think as hard as he could, about Arithmancy AND Astronomy (and any other memories about any other subjects were welcome to resurface now too). Did he have any room for error here? Where his grandmother was concerned, Kyle knew that the answer was no.

"Revelio," he tried, casting the spell on the strange box on the off chance that something might jump out at him. With his neck and face now uncovered, the cold started to bite at Kyle again, even with the winds having died down. He did his best to ignore it, knowing his grandmother was likely feeling the same, only a hundred times worse.

Astronomy? Arithmancy? Wasn't there a 'revelio' spell for Arithmancy? Could Kyle even remember it? He began wracking his brains, unrolling the scroll again to stare at the numbers there, as if he might suddenly understand them, as if they might simply morph into an explanation of what he was supposed to do.

Numbers... Astronomy... Arithmancy...

A code? A curse?

Dire times was accurate indeed.
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Too right you are about this challenge involving both Arithmancy and Astronomy. In spite of Astronomy being your Achilles heel, your thinking on how to use the numbers on the scroll and the dotted lock are correct. You know how, in theory, to free your grandmother. Time is ticking, the environment not getting any warmer.

Placing your scarf around Eveleigh's hands only help slightly. She has been exposed to the cold for too long for them to do nothing more than provide a small source of warmth. As for you, your neck is now exposed. Do you feel the cold biting at your skin?

Casting Revelio does nothing to the lock. In fact, any magic casted on it or the cage will not work. It is part of the challenge, you see. Even if the spell used to reveal a series of numbers to break a curse was used, nothing would show. There is no curse to break.

Perhaps you should focus more on the numbers in your hand and try to decode them. Don't over-think, Horned Serpent. You haven't even tried using the Pythagorean Number System to figure out what those numbers could be saying.
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Naturally, it took some precious moments for Kyle to realise that his initial line of thinking was not quite right. Or even in the general vicinity of 'right'. Even though his first Revelio spell had failed, he was not yet deterred from the idea of Arithmancy curse-breaking; really, that spell had been a filler while he tried to remember the exact wording of the other one that he wanted. The last thing he needed was to suddenly divert from his line of thinking before he had attempted the solution. It just didn't make sense; what if he was close to the answer and missed it because he suddenly thought of something else, and tried that instead? No, Kyle would see each idea through until it became clear it would get him nowhere.

The urgency of the situation should have made it easier to recall important information, in Kyle's opinion. The importance of his grandmother's life should have been all the motivation his brain needed to start working perfectly again, but instead the panic kept creeping in and Kyle couldn't think straight at all.

The spell he was thinking of... he knew it started with 'Arithmos Revelio', but there was another word added to the incantation that worked to divide up a string of numbers when it was revealed. The word began with S, but otherwise, Kyle was completely blanking on it. The more he tried to remember it, the further away the word seemed to slip in his mind, until finally Kyle decided it was no use. Trying to remember the last word was wasting time. However, Kyle knew that even without the addition of that last word, 'Arithmos Revelio' would still work on its own to at least reveal the numbers, if indeed that was what he was trying to do. It was better than nothing.

Unwilling to waste any more time, Kyle pointed his wand at the box again.

"Arithmos Revelio." He did the clockwise, upwards spiral wand movement too, but just as with the normal Revelio spell, nothing happened. No numbers, not even a long unbroken string of them, which would have appeared even without the last unknown part of the incantation.

There was no time to be deflated; Kyle only had room in his mind for an equal split of near-panic and attempted logic. He was a Horned Serpent, after all, and even when he was so fretful that he couldn't think straight, that would never stop him from trying to logic his way through a situation.

Lowering his wand again, Kyle moved to ruffle his hair with his gloved hand - a nervous habit of his. Of course, his hair was still covered by his hat, and the hand he had moved still held the small scroll. Trying to steady his breathing, which was only getting faster and more panicked given that he was quickly running out of solutions he could feasibly execute, Kyle adjusted his position from crouching to kneeling, right there in the snow, and looked over the parchment again.

Relax, take it one thought at a time. Your overthinking will be the death of you.

Those were his grandmother's words, coming to him now in his time of crisis, and, in all honestly, they hurt. No, he thought back to them. My overthinking will be the death of you.

There came no reply, obviously, but perhaps that was for the best. The last thing Kyle needed, he reasoned to himself as he brushed away the wetness clinging to his eyelashes and threatening to freeze there, was to get into a mental and hypothetical conversation with someone who, in the real world, needed his urgent help.

Okay. Slowing down. Numbers, that had made Kyle think of Arithmancy, first and foremost. In Arithmancy, letters tended to be associated with a number. It was basic stuff, and at the root of all the calculations and interpretations. The Pythagorean Number System was the one that immediately sprang to mind, but the Chaldean system was also used. Could it be something as simple as the numbers on this parchment spelling out a word? Had he really overthought it that much?

... Probably.

This was his only lead, and Kyle was running with it. The number nine appeared on his parchment multiple times, so that ruled out the Chaldean system. Trying to picture the Pythagorean chart in his head right now was basically impossible, so instead Kyle used the tip of his wand to quickly and very roughly etch it out in the snow.

Three numbers first, and basic logic told Kyle that if this really was supposed to translate into words, and what was written started with three letters... then that three letter word was most likely to say 'THE'. Using that as a starting point, Kyle scanned the chart he had drawn out, and his heart gave a great leap when that was, indeed, what those numbers seemed to spell. With hope suddenly rekindled, Kyle leaned low over the ground, hunching up his shoulders to try and protect his now uncovered neck from the biting cold around him.

The next word, Kyle soon gathered, seemed to be 'FIRE', which seemed like a cruel joke given the state of his grandmother right now.

And speaking of Everleigh Desjardins, Kyle quickly looked up to check on how she was doing, a difficult feat as he dreaded finding her deathly still and corpse-white, and it made it so hard to even look. A moment later, he was back to code-breaking, working perhaps still more faster, if that were possible.

The final word gave Kyle more of a problem, especially when he started mixing up the numbers, the cold and his panic getting to him. Even so, finally - finally - it came to him. SIGNS.

THE FIRE SIGNS.

There was no confusion now. Now, it made sense. The Fire signs, the stars on the box, the link back to Divination once again. Divination... thank Merlin for his studying.

Abandoning his writing in the snow, Kyle moved to the strange box again. His best guess here was that he needed to... tap - or maybe trace - the stars in the constellations that corresponded with the fire signs. Recent intensive Divination cramming had made it so that it took Kyle no time at all to remember the three fire signs: Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius. Both Divination studying and basic Astronomy knowledge (from having taken the subject in his first few years at Ilvermorny), meant that Kyle could recall the basic shapes of each appropriate constellation. All he needed to do now was to locate them... and hope that this was the correct move.

Except... the locating part would be a little more difficult than everything else he had done so far. Kyle squinted at the image on the box, with all the stars. It meant very little to him, and even with his (albeit limited) knowledge about how to locate each constellation, he felt... overwhelmed. Was it even possible to find all of these constellations in the same sky at the same time, or was it a case of artistic and academic liberties? How was he supposed to find these?

One at a time.

Leo. It looked like a weird... coat hanger. Or sort of like a duck. Definitely nothing like a lion, but that was not for here. As for the stars actually in the constellation, Kyle had no idea of their names, but luckily it seemed like that wouldn't be an issue. It was big, so more likely to be easy to find, and...

Okay, no. He couldn't take this slowly, and he wouldn't. This was too important.

Raising his wand to the box on the front of the cage, Kyle hesitated for only a fraction of a second, before choosing what he was fairly certain was the starting point. He touched his wand to the first star - at the 'head' of the constellation - and traced it around, which also happened to form an asterism by the name of... something that Kyle didn't care to remember. Five stars made the head, and then... down to the body. On Kyle went, carefully tracing and linking the stars until the main nine were connected.

Sagittarius was likely to be the next easiest to find. It was so... busy... so much happening; it would be easy to rule certain stars in or out. Part of Sagittarius also happened to be another asterism, this time one that Kyle could remember. The Teapot. Asterisms seemed to be much easier to spot than constellations, which incredibly useful for Kyle Baker, who had only the vaguest idea of what he was doing. He scanned the image for that teapot shape, using the milky way to locate the 'steam'. After that, things got a little more complicated - locating the actual constellation and its busy shape, but... Kyle did his best, from what he could remember.

It required more thought than Leo had, but Kyle didn't delay, and traced out what he hoped to be an accurate recollection of the Archer constellation - the bow was, perhaps, the easiest part.

And then... Aries. He'd delayed this one, because it would be much more difficult to find. It was, more or less, just a line. The laziest constellation in the sky, and probably nigh on impossible to locate if you weren't a total Astronomy genius. Or just better than Kyle, maybe.

He stared at the stars on the box, becoming more frantic and - obviously - colder by the second, though nothing compared to his grandmother. The stars in Aries were known to be used for navigation, but beyond that, Kyle just didn't know. He had never cared about the subject, never thought it all that important. If he had just known how it would one day affect the life of his beloved grandmother, he would undoubtedly have made the effort to care about it. But now it was too late.

No. No no no no no. Not too late, don't say it like that. It's not too late, I can get her.

Sitting and staring wasn't doing anythin. It was do or die... hopefully not literally, but Kyle couldn't exactly risk assuming that. He just went for it, locating three somewhat prominent stars, close together and forming a line. He traced them, joining them up, paused, found another star further away that suited his purpose, and continued tracing the line down towards the 'tail' of (hopefully) Aries.

Taking his wand away from the box, Kyle sat back on his feet and waited to see if it would work, ignoring the aching in his knees from the cold, the stinging in his eyes and around his nose, the ache in his chest. He ignored the way it felt like a dam was about to break inside of him, letting loose anger and desperation and despair at the thought that his grandmother might die an awful death inside this cage, and it would be all his fault for not being smart enough to get her out.

Kyle choked out a noise that was half hiccup, half sob. Tears sprang to his eyes and he clutched his wand tight.

"Please."
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Overthinking or not overthinking has a big role to play in this particular challenge. One wrong move, and time would be wasted. Take too long to make a decision, and time would be wasted. So far, your time at your grandmother's arctic prison has caused much time to pass. You need to act fast. There was no time to spare for making a wrong move or overthinking the situation at hand.

As you etch the numbers and corresponding letters in the snow, the wind gradually blows snow over your work. Bits of the Pythagorean Number System that you have drawn out in the snow disappear before your eyes. It's a good thing your stellar memory is on your side. The moment THE FIRE SIGNS, as ironic as it is, clicks in your mind, the rest of your snow-writing is covered as it if was never there.

Not needing to decode the numbers on the parchment anymore, the metal lock is the only thing keeping you from freeing that short woman, whose mid-length grey hair has formed icicles at this point. Small puffs of air slowly leave her mouth. Is her face turning a blue hue? The longer you take to find those stars that made up the three constellations, the bluer she was going to get. Dépêche-toi!, her eyes tell you. Hurry up!

With each tap of your wand, the dot representing a certain star lights up. Soon the stars making up Leo shine white and lines connect the stars together. Moments later, the stars for Sagittarrius were lit and connected. Then the delay happened - tick, tock, tick, tock. After searching and tapping, the dots light up white and connect. Was your selection correct?

All three constellations then turn green. The lock makes a clicking sound before the door of the cage swings open, also breaking any of the advanced protective magic that had been casted on it before. Everleigh is free to leave with you, though being so cold and stiff will prove to be problematic.
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That clicking was, perhaps, the most beautiful sound that Kyle had ever heard. He didn't even have time to dare to hope that that meant he was on the right track, before the door of the cage swung open.

Kyle didn't hesitate even for a moment, he leapt into action, crawling half into the cage himself, though using his leg to block the door from slamming shut again. Instinct drove him to move as close to his grand-maman as he could, to share his body heat while he worked on more efficient ways to warm her up.

That, by the way, was a vital task. To look at his grandmother was completely terrifying, and everything told Kyle that this was bad, so bad. Despite knowing he was in a competition, and that things were being supervised and safety measures likely in place, that didn't stop him fearing for his grandmother's life. She looked almost dead, and Kyle was certain that this was an image he would not forget any time soon.

"Grand-maman," he said to her, but his voice was even less steady than before, and hot (though quickly cooling) tears had spilled over. Kyle had to wipe them away quickly, for fear that they would freeze right there on his face. Picking up the scarf again, he moved to put it around her neck for her, properly this time. But he suddenly diverted and pointed his wand at the material instead, giving it a flick and saying, quite urgently, "Geminio!"

With his Duplication Charm, another scarf appeared. Kyle wrapped the original around his grandmother's neck and the second around his own, before quickly fumbling to pull off his gloves and repeating the process. Again, he gave up the originals to his grandmother, pulling them onto her hands for her. His logic in this was that his own body-heat and Hot-Air Charm had kept all his own clothes warm while he was wearing them. She currently needed the warmth more than he did, so in his mind it made more sense that she take those, and he take the doubles, which turned out to be alike in appearance but not in temperature. He did the same with the hat, before casting Avexis on his coat (having used a Sticking Charm to keep it fastened earlier) and removing it, duplicating that, and putting the orginal on his grandmother. He didn't waste time with a Hot-Air Charm this time; the key was to warm her up gradually.

Once his grandmother had Kyle's earlier transfigured winter clothes, and Kyle had replaced them with duplicated versions for himself, he finally allowed himself to move on from the practical side. Keeping his wand held in one hand, he reached across and rubbed his grandmother's arms in an attempt to steadily warm her up.

"Grand-maman." His voice was softer now, but still so fearful as he continued in French. "Are you okay? Can you walk? We need to get away from here, I need to get you somewhere warm." He could probably carry her, if necessary, at least for short distances. She was small and he was tall, but Kyle was by no means strong, and he wasn't sure that attempting to levitate her in the freezing cold air was very wise. "Désolé, Grand-maman. I'm so sorry."

Not that he was at fault for her being stuck in this situation - though Kyle also recognised that, had he not been in the competition, this would not have happened to her. No, it was the people who had put her here that were responsible for hurting her, for risking his grand-maman's life and health. But Kyle was sorry. Sorry that she was here, sorry that he had to ever see her like this, and sorry that it was, at least partly, because of him.
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The scarf being moved from her neck and giving her your heated gloves, hat, and coat work in gradually warming your grandmother. The blue in her face steadily begins to go away, and is able to move her fingers and legs to an extent now.

But what about you, Mr. Baker? While your duplication charm works, it doesn't duplicate the warming charms you casted on the originals that your grandmother is now wearing. The small amount of warmth it provides for you isn't going to protect you from the harsh cold weather for long. Are you beginning to feel the chill bite at you again?

There is not enough time to apologize and feel sorry for yourself. You need to get out of this environment quickly now. Do you follow the wind again? It was still blowing from the north, prodding you southward. Or do you go your own way?
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Kyle's comfort didn't exactly matter at this point, nor did his own feelings, and he knew that perfectly well. His grandmother had made no verbal response, but somehow - amazingly - she was already starting to look much better, and to move.

"Right." Okay. Right. Nothing for it then. He couldn't risk either of them staying out here for very long. With a hopefully reassuring smile - which was, in fact, hidden by his scarf - Kyle did his best to carefully lift his grandmother and pull her from the cage.

There was even less protection from the elements out here, but there was no time to do anything about it. What Kyle wanted - what he needed - was to move them both away from here, and waste no more time.

With the wind still blowing in the same way as before, he took that as a cue to continue on in the direction he had been going in; it had served him well so far, and he saw no reason to start trying to fight against it. As for the severe, biting cold, Kyle could feel it much more now than earlier, when he had had his Hot-Air and Insulating Charm in place. He was, at least, still wearing those all important winter clothes, and therefore hardly exposed to the elements, but still knew that speed was of the essence.

He partly guided, but mostly carried his grandmother through the snow, keeping her close to his side and his arms around her (body heat, still so crucial), Kyle moved back out into the unforgiving tundra, moving south with the wind. He tried to move faster than before, but with her alongside him and his worries about not allowing her to come to any more harm, it was difficult. But then, the whole situation was the definition of difficult. All Kyle could to was to keep walking with his grand-maman, to get them both out of here as fast as he possibly could.
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Everleigh's continues to warm up as you begin your trek through the snow. She adjusts her glasses, straightening them out and placing them on a more comfortable place on her nose. She gazes at you through her thick frames. "Kyle," the short woman quietly says. Was the clothes you were wearing enough? She wasn't totally convinced.

Speed wasn't going to happen as the cold was slowing you down, no matter what you tried to tell yourself about your clothes being enough. This arctic cold was much colder that the cold you're used to in Canada.

The northern wind then changes directions, the wind that was blowing you, your grandmother, and snow to the south now prods you west. Was that a good thing? Would the east wind bring more unfortunate circumstances?

There's only one way to find ahead. The wind is now urging you to walk toward the mountains. If you look carefully, there is a cave opening ahead.
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"Grand-m...maman," Kyle said again, but it was through a great shiver that he did. The cold was, predictably, insidious, but it didn't matter. He wasn't stopping; the coat, hat, gloves and scarf on top of his regular clothes were just going to have to do, inadequate as they apparently were. If he started to succumb to the cold and there was still no exit in sight, then of course he would stop to add charms. Obviously.

But he had no plans to stop, not until absolutely necessary. Not trying to talk anymore, Kyle continued moving his grandmother on through the snow, working with the wind, clenching his teeth in an attempt to stop them from chattering. The slower he got, the more likely it seemed that stopping to cast some spells was going to happen. But then - just as he considered doing just that, he spotted it, up ahead.

It was difficult to see, and perhaps usually he might have missed it. But now, in his desperation, with all that was riding on moving forward and towards safety - and seeing as how he was moving towards the mountains both because the wind was blowing him there, and because they were most likely to provide some sort of shelter in this frozen wasteland - he spotted it. A gap in the mountains, an opening, a way in.

With renewed purpose, Kyle hauled his grandmother forwards, staggering through the snow, on and on, feeling at first as though he was making no progress at all, and wondering if it was another echantment, a trick. No matter how much he moved his aching, near-frozen legs, neither the mountain nor the opening seemed to get any closer. The frustration would have been enough to drive Kyle, usually so stoic and unreadable, again to tears, but he didn't have the energy to do anything but drive himself and his beloved grandmother forwards.

And then, at long last, he could see that he was close, twenty feet away, ten feet, five... reaching distance...

"L-Lumos... M...Maxima!"

Raising his wand, though only a short way given the exhaustion and the stiffness of his own limbs, Kyle cast his spell, sending a glaring beam of light into the cave before him before he followed it inside, tugging his grand-maman along with him, and holding her close to him in a hug that was half-affection, half-protection.
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Before overthinking was a hindrance. Now, it seemed, your stubbornness was the issue. Had it not been for the change in wind directing you to the mountain with the cave opening, well ... we're not going to think about that. But your grandmother is very concerned, hearing your voice and seeing you shiver. She opens her mouth to say something, but in the end decides against chiding you. Would you even have listened?

For a Horned Serpent, not properly heating yourself in this weather was foolish. Your cheeks and lips start changing a different hue.

Your effort places you and your grandmother inside the cave, following the light of the spell you had cast. Exhaustion pains you, yet somehow you still keep moving onward with Everleigh by your side. The wind no longer thrusts itself at you here. Though not warm, the temperature inside the cave is bearable unlike the cold outside. And it is quiet.

Something flickers up ahead as you progress deeper into the cave. The walls also begin to shift from stone of the mountain to normal walls. You soon find yourself in a room where two adults are waiting, a male employee from the Department of Environmental Regulation and Protection, who has been quietly watching over you, and a female healer from St. Mungo's, who now quickly approaches and starts looking you over.

After a few movements of her wand, you properly warm up and the colour of your cheeks return to normal. She then looks over to the Ministry man and nods her head before moving on to check your grandmother.

"The healer is going to make sure your grandmother is in tip-top shape before releasing her," the man informs you. "You are to return and wait for your score." He then makes a gesture toward a door that will take you back to the stands.

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Kyle kept moving forward, still deeper into the cave. His mind was no longer on the challenge, and what he might be expected to do next, but on getting himself and his grandmother as far into the cave and as far as he possibly could from the wind and the cold that reigned outside.

Until, that was, Kyle found himself no longer in a cave at all, but a room. He blinked at his surroundings, swaying a little, and when a woman (who had apparently been waiting here) approached him, he held onto his grandmother still more tightly. The move was protective, distrusting. The people behind this challenge had put her in that cage in the first place, and despite knowing that the challenge must be over, Kyle found it difficult to believe that they would take proper care of her now.

The warm had by now enveloped Kyle, making him feel much better than he had before. His exhaustion, however, was not so easily fixed, nor was Kyle's reluctance to leave his grandmother.

And so he did not. Not at first, anyway. Instead, he stuck close to his grand-maman, ignoring the man and his instructions to head through the door. He found he cared very little to find out any scores, especially at this moment in time. Kyle cared more about making sure that his grand-maman would be okay, and now that he was free from the challenge, he could feel anger starting to rise up inside of him. All he could think of was the sight of her, sitting in that cage, almost frozen...

Ironically, it made his blood boil.

Perhaps she sensed this, or at least... she sensed something. Remaining calm, calmer than he had ever seen the usually exuberant and flamboyant woman, Everleigh Desjardins took Kyle's hands in her own - removing the gloves from both of them first - and looked him clear in the eye. She muttered something to him, a few whispered assurances in French, while she held his gaze. Kyle stared back at her for a moment, his eyes fierce, breathing heavily... until his expression softened just the slightest amount, and he nodded.

After a smile from his grandmother, and an affectionate pat on the cheek, Kyle finally released her, took a step back, and turned to the door. Still without a word, he pulled off all of the transfigured clothing that he had not entered the challenge with, before heading out to the stands.
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