If Irene hadn't had the path ahead of her lit, she surely would have stepped on something important... Huh. What's THAT? The Pukwudgie bent down to find a scroll of parchment. Interesting. It looked like it had.... words on it? She unfurled the scroll and pointed her wand towards it so she could read the message that was on it.

The message she found made her head hurt. Of course there had to be a riddle! She was certain that her schoolmates from Horned Serpent would figure it out in a jiffy but her.... ehhhh... She wasn't so confident. Another readthrough! Hmm... a little more.... Irene had the paper four times before she could grasp some sort of direction from the riddle. Two objects she sought. One a lever and perhaps musical that could also amend a house but not make it a home? The other an item from across the seas that could attach and reattach... something from home that she'd recognize. Picking up the scroll, she readied her wand with an offensive spell and pushed the doors open to find.... absolutely no one in this grey dusty room. She felt a tickling sensation and...

"Achoooooooo!" she sneezed and covered her mouth with her arm. "Excuse me!" She covered her mouth with her hands. It was out of habit that she excused herself when sneezing cause she was often with company but now she was alone and saying such a thing could compromise her safety perhaps? Oh well. That was louder than she wanted. Irene waited a moment to see if anyone would approach her before deciding that it was most likely safe to move around this old place. It seemed as if no one had been here in a while.

This room was a grotesque sight. Clogged bathroom, rotting food, dust eaten objects... how in Scamander's suitcase was she going to find anything in here? Her eyes widened when she saw a staircase. It continues! Thus Irene made her way upstairs to find a piano in the center of the room that was missing some keys. Hmm... let's see. She was instantly drawn to the piano. Something about score made her think of music and a piano certainly had keys.

But it was a sad piano. It was missing some keys.

By the piano, she pressed down on one of the remaining keys and heard a soft, sort of ominous noise that made her feel uncomfortable. Hmm.. not fun. She ignored that sinking feeling as she began searching the piano for some kind of clue. Irene played another key.