Text Cut: Scabby
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Originally Posted by
Kaos.Doodles 
As the last student enters the "classroom" the door slams shut and then suddenly disappears! Don't be completely scared however, in front of you- across from the door your entered, a second door appears. This door is slightly different, old and with a mail slot.
Beside the door the old message is suddenly replaced with a new one:
The object of todays lesson to to make it out of the classroom through use of your logic. You will go through a number of different rooms, each with their own riddles. The answer to each riddle should be placed on a piece of paper and pushed through the mail slot. If your answer is right then you will be allowed entry to the next room. If your answer is wrong, you will be deflected back into your current room, in other words you continue trying. The first person to the last room is excused from homework. Do not share your answers. Any person who shares an answer will be stuck in the room until the first person reaches the last room. If any serious problems occur knock hard on the wall behind you three times.
Enjoy.
-Professor Scabior
Riddle 1:
We are not wizards.
We are not witches.
We are all magical beings.
At first when you see us,
You may have thoughts of fleeing.
And if you feel the need to touch us for a bit of thrill,
You will find yourself overcome with a little chill.
We all look different from each other,
Yet have a silvery glow.
What are we exactly?
You see us every day, you really ought to know.
Pao jumped. "
What was that?" Then he noticed that the door was closed. Or, rather, had completely vanished. They were locked in.
I don't like this... he thought, a chill running down his spine.
He quickly read through the message that appeared within his gaze.
Riddles? That's... different. He wasn't altogether sure what it had to do with history, either, but he trusted the professor to tie it in somehow.
Well, it seemed the only way out of this
prison classroom was through the riddle door. Though there was hardly any room, he sat cross-legged on the ground. This was the posture in which he did his best thinking.
He approached the door cautiously. For some reason it scared him. It was clearly magical and he wasn't sure what all it was capable of. He carefully fed his paper through the slot and waited for something to happen.