Ah.... ah... don't sneeze. Don't sneeze! She pinched her nose, trying to stifle the itching sensation. Speaking of itching, her arms were starting to itch as the dust began to cover her bare skin or maybe just covering her finger tips and clothes. Either way it was making her itch BADLY. Ick!

Get it off her! Now now now!!

Waving her arms about was futile, especially when the clock was ticking. She needed to keep moving.

Irene's eyes widened at the sight of.... a small black cloth. It looked old. Very old. What was that? And what had the riddle said again? She turned her gaze back to the parchment. The object couldn't build a home but a house it does amend to every boy and girl cherished at the castle....? Irene reached into the piano and fished out the small black cloth. Was it some sort of handkerchief perhaps? With the object in her hand, she decided to not waste more time wondering and headed to the reading area. The word "quill" from the riddle had caught her attention. Thus she began scanning this area.