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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.
Sierra grew wide-eyed when the door to the classroom disappeared. Whaa...but...but...?! She was about to consider panicking when a second door appeared, and then the goal of the class suddenly became clear. A riddle to solve? Cool! This could be interested. Verrrry interested.
Sierra grinned to herself as she sat back and read over the riddle. Hmm. Maybe she just read it too fast or something, because...everyone else seemed to be writing, and she was just...well, lost. Her eyebrows furrowed inward as she read the riddle again.
Magical beings...thoughts of fleeing? A Nundu? ...
No. They didn't see Nundus everyday, and Sierra didn't think they were Silver. A chill... OH! Sierra quickly picked up her quill and scribbled down the answer. Or, what she thought was the answer...