As usual, Idris was bouncing his way to another lesson, one of the few that remained since his time to graduate was rapidly approaching. At his side, though not bouncing at all, was his Paully. That was okay because as usual, he had enough bounciness for the both of them. “I wonder what Professor Amstern has planned for us today,’’ he mused. The possibilities were sort of endless, he guessed? Oh well! They’d find out soon!

His curiosity was so real that he immediately took a good look at a few desks. Blinking a few times to be sure it was not a mirage, something small was observed on each. Giving the shape of them, they seemed to be handheld mirrors that were all face down. Interesting! His next glance was at the board but that wasn’t helpful in satiating his curiosity. But the professor was there!

“Hi, Professor!” Id gave her a wide smile then flounced off to take a seat somewhere in the middle of the room. As it turned out, those really were small mirrors. Er… dare he flip it right side up just yet?

Paul arrived to begin his History of Magic lesson. It was weird for him to consider how fast time flew, with it being March, having only a few months left of lessons before the dreaded N.E.W.Ts... and other things. He too wondered what could the lesson be for the day. Something out of this world, for certain he whispered with other theories.

Stepping in he greeted, "Hello, Professor Amstern." Before taking his seat. Those mirrors, he thought about his own handy mirror to communicate with his sister, wherever she was traveling.

Iris slipped into the classroom with her History of Magic text tucked beneath one arm and another balanced precariously atop the stack already threatening to spill from her satchel. A brisk morning always seemed to sharpen her thoughts, and despite the early hour, there was an unmistakable spring to her step as she offered Professor Amstern an easy smile and polite 'good morning' on her way toward an open seat at the front.

She had considered the back for a moment, breaking routine but inviting particular company, before deciding against it. Her eyes flicked around the classroom, noticing identical mirrors waiting for every student before settling back on her own, a coruscation of curiosity brightening her expression as she settled into place.

She lifted it carefully by the edge of its frame, turning it over between her hands. Silver. Nicely crafted. Older than she first expected, judging by the wear along the handle... though the reflective surface itself—

Her nose wrinkled.

"It looks like someone polished it with chimney soot."

She angled it toward the nearest window, squinting through the cloudy film coating the glass before giving one experimentally ineffective puff of breath against it ― it did precisely nothing. She finally angled it towards herself and could just barely make out her own hazy outline.

"Oh, good," Iris offered the blurred silhouette a small, approving nod. "You're there. Certainly a relief to know, at the very least, I've still got enough of a soul to warrant a reflection."

She had been on a bit of a Bram Stoker re-read, you see.

The quip carried more truth than she cared to admit. Months spent buried in obscure texts on ancient curses and Dark magic had done curious things to her imagination. Too many accounts blurred the line between folklore and fact; too many accounts that soul could be splintered, stolen, tethered, or hollowed out entirely ― and not just to create horcruxes. Many she dismissed as embellishment, but after everything her family had endured, she had learned not to dismiss every impossible story outright. Seeing even the faintest suggestion of her own reflection offered a quiet, irrational comfort. At least she wasn't about to add centuries old superstition to the growing catalogue of things worth worrying about.

It was hard to believe that March was already upon them. This month she would have her birthday, and NEWTs were looming over her. Aurora did not want to think about her exams or the fact that she would be graduating soon. Instead she was continuing to try and make the best of everything while she was still at Hogwarts.

"Hello, Professor!" she greeted cheerfully. Idris, Paul, and Iris all got waves and smiles. Aurora took a seat by her Ravenclaw friend.

Picking up her own mirror, she immediately was struck by how dirty it was. She could kind of make out her reflection, but it was rather difficult.

Vivienne crept into the History of Magic classroom, as silent as ever, absorbing the calm of early morning. She didn’t dwell on the tests that were coming up, at least for now, but in March she noticed a heaviness behind her ribs. She politely greeted the professor, took a seat, and meticulously organized her notes. A silver mirror lying face down on her desk caught her eye, prompting her to lift it carefully for examination.

Vivienne stared at the cloudy, smudged mirror, trying to get a glimpse of her reflection. She sighed softly and pulled from her satchel a cloth intended for cleaning tools and lenses and began to polish the glass. The dirt was stubborn, but she polished it, finding a comfort in the steady motion of the cloth over the surface. Knowing the professor’s plans involved mirrors, she was determined to make it spotless. As she worked, the calm sounds of the classroom wrapped around her, helping her center herself and set aside her worries about March and the NEWTs.

The energetic and enthusiastic Mr. Grunt was always a welcome addition to the classroom. "Hello, Mister Grunt," Vashti replied with a smile of her own.

And there was Mr. Rocker, one of her soon-to-be-graduating Hufflepuffs. A quieter presence than Idris, perhaps, but just as much of a pleasure to have in her classroom. "Hello, Mister Rocker." Vashti smiled.

A full satchel of books was an incredibly familiar sight to Vashti; it wasn't uncommon for her to be found carrying the same as a student, so she couldn't help but smile. "Good morning, Miss Harden," she replied.

Curiosity was to be expected, and allowed, in examining the mirror. Their presence would become understandable in a short while.

She had not thought Ms. Harden's soul in question, but it was good to know that it remained with her. "A comforting thought, indeed," she said with a smile.

And here arrived another of her Hufflepuffs, one who would also be graduating at the end of the term. It really did seem like time just flew by.

"Hello, Miss Bay," Vashti replied, smiling.

"Good morning, Miss Awning." Vashti returned the girl's greeting with a smile.

But when Vivienne began attempting to polish the mirror at her desk, Vashti said, "No need for that just yet, Miss Awning. We will attend to the mirrors later in the lesson." And in a way that would, ideally, be easier than trying to clean them by hand.

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The clock struck eight, and the door was shut with a quiet click. Time for the lesson to begin.

“Good morning, and welcome, everyone,” Vashti said with a smile before continuing, “We're going to begin this lesson with some discussion. As we have covered in previous lessons, Hogwarts was founded more than one thousand years ago by Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin. They worked together until it became clear that they were divided on one very significant idea - whether there were some students who were unworthy of being taught there. Slytherin believed that those who were born into non-magical families should not be allowed to learn magic. The other three founders strongly opposed it. Eventually, when it became clear to Slytherin that he could not persuade them to agree, he left the school, never to return.

“But before then, during the construction of the school, Slytherin built an area for himself that he kept secret from the others. This place became known as the Chamber of Secrets.” A fitting name, to be sure.

“It is believed by some that, when he first built it, Slytherin intended only to use the chamber as a place to teach students about the Dark Arts. This was also something the other founders disapproved of, so that was the reason for his secrecy. But by the time he left, it is clear he developed a new purpose for the chamber - to house a Basilisk that only he and his descendants could command by speaking Parseltongue. The creature would be their tool to remove all those they deemed 'unworthy' to be there.”

She paused to let them take it all in, whether they were taking notes or not. It was an unpleasant topic, one that she did not personally enjoy given her own family members who were Muggles, but it was reality. And all aspects of history deserved to be studied, positive and negative and everything in between, in order to create a better present and future.

“Now that leads me to the first question I'd like to pose to you. Why do you think Salazar Slytherin never released the basilisk himself? Why did he seal the chamber and leave without attempting to carry out his mission first?”

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OOC: Welcome to the lesson, everyone!

Even if you haven’t posted your character arriving already, you are welcome to join at any time! Just be sure to post as if your character has been here all along – posting a character arriving late will result in points loss.

Class will continue in approximately 24 hours.

Idris had been only too happy to listen to all of Paul’s theories, and oftentimes piled onto them with enthusiastic and supportive exclamations. He hoped that at least one of the boyfriend’s theories was right! This was still his thought after they were seated. And Id wasn’t as preoccupied with the mirror anymore, preferring to just leave his be for the time being; though he did gather that the underside was awfully dirty due to some of his classmates’ reactions. Oh, there was Rory! The Gryffindor returned the greeting in the form of some vigorous waving that could have probably taken Paul’s eye out if they had been seated super closely.

The seventh year had only just finished arranging his books when professor Amstern got started with the lesson. Toying with his quill by twirling the object around with his fingers, he hung onto her words. Yet again, the guy found himself wondering how and why Salazar Slytherin could even consider depriving Muggle-Borns of a magical education. He wasn't judging, of course. Everyone had to stand for something, otherwise they fell for everything, right? Iddy was just glad that Slytherin hadn’t gotten his way. But…

The Chamber of Secrets! What a fascinating topic! Minus the Basilisk though.

Id involuntarily shuddered slightly at the thought of the giant snake slithering around the school, hidden away from much insolation. But after brainstorming a bit, he raised a hand. “Possibly because Slytherin wanted to ensure that he wasn’t linked, with proof, to the attacks, at least not immediately?” He did his best not to think about what he read about those that had happened so long before he was born. All that terror that had been inflicted...

A faint flush crept into Iris' cheeks as Professor Amstern answered her observation, only then realizing she'd been thinking aloud again. She really did need to stop narrating her own thoughts... or at least become better at noticing when she was doing so. The sixth year attempted to compose herself, offering the professor a sheepish bow of the head and doing everything she could not to glance around the classroom to learn who else may have just collected a bit more fuel for their amusement pyre.

The scrape of a chair beside her drew her attention, the blonde's features easing easily despite the lingering awkwardness, as Aurora settled into the neighbouring seat and offered a small, genuine curve of her lips accompanied by a quiet, "Morning." That would be all for now since class had begun ― whatever else needed saying between them could wait for another time.

Her quill was already in hand by the time Professor Amstern began speaking, its tip dancing across parchment in quick, practiced strokes as she noted dates, names, and the occasional thought in the margins. Much of it she already knew, but history had a habit of revealing something new when viewed from a different angle, and she wasn't about to assume she'd heard every interpretation.

A notion brought to the forefront by the Hufflepuff Head of House's question.

Her quill stilled against the page. Her first instinct was practicality. The Chamber had taken considerable effort to conceal and perhaps it simply wasn't ready before his departure. Yet that felt... incomplete.

Her own thoughts were put on temporary pause, however, while she considered Idris' suggestion. It was certainly possible that anyone orchestrating violence would wish to distance themselves from it — but the idea felt oddly at odds with everything history suggested about Salazar Slytherin. By every surviving account, he'd been remarkably unapologetic in proclaiming his beliefs, even when they placed him in direct opposition to the other founders. He had walked away from Hogwarts rather than temper those convictions. Hiding his involvement after the fact seemed... almost uncharacteristically timid for a wizard so certain of his own righteousness.

But, history had always been vulnerable to the biases of those entrusted to record it. After all, there were few people more dangerous than someone with a quill and authority to decide which truths endured, which were forgotten, and which were left to desiccate into myth.

The gears in Iris' head resumed their spinning.

History, legacy, descendents... the basilisk itself was a legacy. Leaving it hidden ensured that only a descendant — someone who could speak Parseltongue and, presumably, had inherited Slytherin's convictions — could decide when to awaken it. If he had released it himself and failed, the creature could have been killed, the Chamber discovered, and his plans ended with him. By entrusting the basilisk to the future instead, he transformed it from a weapon of opportunity into one of inheritance.

It was almost as though Salazar had understood something fundamental about history: time blurred facts into stories, stories into legends, and legends into myths. With every generation that passed, the Chamber became less a hidden room beneath a school and more an impossible tale whispered to frighten students. If an heir ever did return to prove the myth true, the revelation would carry a weight no immediate attack ever could.

And hadn't history shown this to be true? Tom Riddle had not merely opened the Chamber, but had become Lord Voldemort. If that wasn't a more devastating hammer than the one Salazar himself might have wielded, Iris wasn't sure what was.

She tapped the feather of her quill lightly against her chin, another possibility surfacing ― this one leaning much more into practicality at first, but unable to totally shake her musings about the folly of recorded memory.

"If Slytherin created the basilisk during Hogwarts' construction, perhaps it simply wasn't yet large enough to serve its intended purpose by the time he left. Leaving it sealed away for future generations would have given it centuries to mature into precisely the weapon Slytherin intended. And, perhaps more importantly, enough time for history to soften its existence into myth. A threat dismissed as little more than a founder's ghost story was far less likely to be guarded against than one everyone believed was real."

"Though we can't officially know all of the reasons for Slytherin's decisions, you've all provided excellent possibilities based on what we do know," Vashti said, her smile warm and approving. The students often gave such insightful responses, and she was always delighted to hear their perspectives.

"The chamber and the basilisk remained hidden for centuries. Though there is evidence to suggest the chamber was opened more than once during that time, Slytherin's descendants continued to keep its existence secret - until 1942, when Tom Riddle opened the chamber and took command of the basilisk, petrifying many and tragically killing Myrtle Warren in June of 1943." Whose ghost she was sure many of them were familiar with.

"But," Vashti continued, "I want to hear your thoughts on why Tom Riddle was the first to try and succeed in carrying out Slytherin's mission. With over nine centuries occurring between the creation of the chamber and the first basilisk attack, do you think any of Slytherin's descendants attempted and failed? Or were there other reasons that they chose not to be the one to follow in their ancestor's footsteps?"

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OOC: Class will continue around 8:00 PM EDT (GMT -4) on July 5th.

Id was no longer feeling as bouncy as he had been when he entered the classroom {though he was sure to bounce back soon enough}. He didn’t blame Amstern because the topic was an important one in wizarding history. He just wished it wasn’t such a feelsy one. He silently willed his brain to continue avoiding thinking about the basilisk attacking students of the past. He took comfort in the fact that not all Slytherin shared the same train of thought as Salazar. Like his sweet Dad D

The Gryffindor nodded after his answer was expounded upon then silently made some jotting regarding this, as well as the answers his classmates gave. Maybe in true Slytherin fashion, Salazar had chosen to save his own hide by making a clean getaway first. Or perhaps indeed the basilisk had just been a teeny tiny baby at the time as Iris mentioned

What was most important now, however, was that Muggle-Borns were now safe from such viciousness.

He idly tapped his quill against his book, processing Amstern’s latest words. It wasn’t too long after that his hand went up again, an Eagle-feathered quill as a topper. “Possibly because Tom Riddle was pure evil,’’ Idris stated flatly, sharing his honest opinion. “That evilness, and perhaps his sense of determination to succeed, helped him do just that. Maybe if other descendants did try, they only had half their heart in the mission.” Because it was always important to attempt one’s tasks with the fullest confidence.

A quiet warmth settled across Iris' features at Professor Amstern's response, the sixth year inclining her head with a subtle satisfaction in seeing a hypothesis withstand scrutiny — though there really was no wrong hypothesis nor a means to prove or disprove any of their theories, which was almost part of the fun of it all... even if the Ravenclaw would much rather dwell in certainties.

Her quill resumed its journey across the page, though this time the margin was occupied by a hastily sketched basilisk accompanied by a single note: Growth rate? Unknown.

Another rabbit hole for another day.

The discussion moved on, drawing her attention back to the room as Idris offered his own perspective. Iris found herself absentmindedly rolling her quill between her fingers while she considered it. Tom Riddle had committed atrocities that scarcely seemed comprehensible to anyone with an intact conscience and, truly, irredeemable. As neat a box as it would be to fit the Dark wizard into, the blonde was reluctant to apply wickedness as a reason why he saw success were centuries of descendants apparently didn't.

Determination to succeed and future generations lacking the same conviction that Salazar Slytherin had, however, was a point she could get onboard with with.

Her thumb idly traced the shaft of her quill.

"Nine hundred years is a remarkably long time. Bloodlines don't preserve beliefs nearly as reliably as they preserve magic," she nodded, her thumb idly tracing the shaft of her quill. A small smile tugged at one corner of her mouth. "Families grow and people marry outside of approval bloodlines and other such socially constructed nonsense. Children disagree with their parents every day... so I'd imagine descendants are capable of disagreeing with an ancestor they never even met and or were not raised in environments that did not foster that level of thinking."

Nature versus nurture, truly. And wasn't that what had been an inciting incident for the leaders of the Neo-Alliance in the Third Wizarding War?

She paused, another thought assembling itself as she spoke.

"History remembers the heir who acted because action changes history and favors the loudest echoes. It immortalized conquerors, revolutionaries, and monsters because they left scars deep enough to survive the centuries. Those who had inherited terrible legacies only to lay them quietly back to rest seldom warranted more than a footnote, if they were remembered at all." The feather of her quill tapped lightly against the parchment as she thought more. "But...over all those centuries, especially the earlier ones where the Founders were not ancient history like they are to us, I think there were attempts throughout the centuries, but they were maybe dealt with so quickly that they never became part of the historical record. Where an heir discovered before they could succeed, publicising every incident might only encourage the next one. Keeping those events quiet would serve two purposes if you think about it. It would deny imitators the notoriety they might seek, while reinforcing the idea that the Chamber itself was nothing more than an old legend and attempts cease all togeter."

Which, ironically, might have made Tom Riddle's task easier. If generations grew up believing the Chamber was only a myth because previous attempts had been quietly erased, then each successful intervention would have unintentionally helped preserve the illusion that there had never been any danger at all.

"As you all have pointed out, there are many possibilities for why Tom Riddle was the first Slytherin descendant to use the Basilisk," Vashti said. "Many of them may have turned against the inherited prejudices certain family members passed down. Others may have maintained those beliefs, but perhaps lacked the same passion and determination that led Riddle to follow through. And still others may have actually tried but failed in some way, leading to the Chamber of Secrets remaining a mere legend for many. We can't know for certain, but all are reasonable interpretations." And it was an interesting thought experiment, to think about the unknown parts of history.

"So, continuing on, there came a second time that Riddle opened the Chamber of Secrets, during Harry Potter's time at Hogwarts. This will be the inspiration, as it were, for the second part of this lesson." This lesson wasn't going to be exclusively a discussion, though Vashti would have enjoyed hearing more of their thoughts on the matter.

"Many students, among others, were also Petrified during that time by indirectly making eye contact with the basilisk. One of those ways, as Hermione Granger figured out, was by using a mirror." And thus, the reason for the mirrors on each of the desks. Perhaps some of them suspected this much by now, based on the discussion.

With a flick of her wand, words now appeared on the board.

Quote:

Glass Cleaning Charm:
Cleans reflective surfaces made of glass

INCANTATION: Vitrumonia (vee-truh-MOH-nee-uh)
WAND MOVEMENT: Wave wand
LIGHT: N/A

"We will be using the Glass Cleaning Charm on the mirrors you have in front of you. They will be helpful for the upcoming activity." But more on that later.

Vashti picked up a hand mirror that had been laying on her desk, its reflection as murky and clouded as the ones the students had. "The incantation is Vitrumonia. Vee-truh-MOH-nee-uh." She sounded out the pronunciation slowly and clearly. "And the wand movement is a simple wave." Not an overly complicated spell, fortunately. "Like this."

She held the mirror with one hand, her wand in the other. "Vitrumonia," she said, with a wave of her wand. And the mirror immediately turned spotless. She turned the reflection toward her students so they could see - it reflected the classroom clear as day.

"Now I would like you all to practice. We have about ten minutes before we need to continue on. If you have any questions or difficulties, please let me know."

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OOC: Apologies for the delay - site kept giving me a bit of trouble when I was trying to write this

We'll be moving on to our main activity some time around 11:00 PM EDT (GMT -4) on July 7th.

Idris knew that it was his emotions that were leading his choice of words. When he thought about the Muggle-Borns that had been harmed, his heart went out to them. In turn, that made him express those feelings in words. In any case, that was the extent of what he wanted to say about Tom Riddle. Despite his true feelings about him being evil, Id really could not find any more adjectives to describe the man that had once lived. Instead, he focused on updating his notes, scribbling as quickly - and legibly - as he possibly could.

Only now was his mind somewhat free to focus on what they were all moving on to. How brilliant was Hermione Granger to figure out using a mirror to spot the basilisk? And it also made sense due to the mention of the first name but Id was not missing his friend, Hermione Laramore. The thought of writing to her later cheered him up so he shed his desiccated feelings to focus on the new task.

Mirror in hand, the seventh year peered at what was supposed to be the glass. It was too dirty to recognise much. Sad… he would have liked to check on his hair. “Vee-truh-MOH-nee-uh, Vee-truh-MOH-nee-uh. Vitrumonia.” Having much wand waving practise under his belt prior, the Lion proceeded to try the spell on the mirror. “Vitrumonia,’’ he thought, waving his wand in the manner Amstern had done earlier. Naturally, that entailed a lot of concentration and focus too!

On his first try, the dirt and grime vanished. This left a delightful Idris to study his reflection - which included his hair. “I’m going to have to try using that spell with wandless magic at some point,’’ he told his reflection. “Don’t you think?” His reflection simply gave an enthusiastic nod.

While Iris was trying — rather desperately — to remain focused on the spellwork before her, her thoughts had an unfortunate habit of wandering.

Not not lost in them. Just wandering.

Magic may have been the most tangible source of power in their world, but it was the written word—and, more importantly, access to it—that truly shaped history. After all, the existence of magical folk had been concealed from the majority of the world for centuries, sustained not merely by enchantments, but by carefully curated records, omissions, and narratives rewritten just enough to maintain the mirage.

Which only reinforced how vital the study of history — proper history — really was.

She appreciated Professor Amstern's willingness to let them linger in those uncomfortable questions of why rather than simply what: to consider motive alongside consequence, and to remember that history was made by people, with all their flaws, fears, and convictions. It was a empathetic approach to the subject, one that had the sixth year absently twirling the end of her strawberry blonde braid around her finger while a small, thoughtful smile tugged at her lips as she found herself understanding why Nyle spoke of his Head of House with such genuine admiration.

She managed to refocus when Vitrumonia appeared on the board. Well then, if there was one charm she could probably manage in her sleep, it was this one.

Between perpetually smudge-prone spectacles, evenings spent insisting every pane of glass surrounding her telescope be immaculate before stargazing, two healer parents who considered cleanliness not only a virtue but a professional obligation, and an uncle whose standards bordered on obsession, she had accumulated years of practice with the Glass Cleaning Charm.

Wand in hand, Iris gave it a subtle wave with no incantation spoken aloud. Magic rippled across the mirror's surface, the cloudy film dissolving at once until the glass shone with such crystalline clarity that a fool might have mistaken the reflection of the classroom ceiling for a portal to another corner of the castle.

Iris tipped it slightly, inspecting it out of habit for the sort of faint streaks most people would never notice. Satisfied that none remained, her attention caught on her own reflection instead and she scrunched up her nose. Somehow the mirror's newfound perfection had made constellation of freckles across her face more prominent in its pristineness.

Did Kara attempt to look in the mirror that was placed on her desk even though by fifth year she absolutely knew better than to touch things before told? Absolutely. Distracted though by how dirty the glass was, she was half focused throughout the initial lecture. It wasn't Professor Amstern's fault; she liked the woman well enough. But History itself was pretty dry.

Why had Salazar not released the basilisk himself? Probably because he needed the basilisk to grow first. Either that or because he was very busy and important. She smiled to herself, thinking that answer probably applied to Tom Riddle as well. Or at least Tom Riddle liked to think of himself as important.

Time to practice a charm?? Well this was definitely a fun twist to the normal history lessons, but Kara supposed she shouldn't be surprised. Professor Amstern did try to make things more interesting.

"Veeeetruumoooneea" She muttered, thinking how this would actually be useful. Raising her hand thoughtfully for the first time that class, "Professor, does this charm only work on glass? Or could it be used to clean on other substances? As long as they're shiny?"

Ten minutes flew by quite rapidly, it seemed, and now it was time to continue on to the final part of the lesson.

"Great work, everyone," Vashti said, taking her place at the front of the room once more. "We must move on to our next activity." With a wave of her wand, a previously-concealed, round door appeared on the wall at the front of the room. Snakes were engraved on the door. "Today, you will encounter a modified version of the events that Harry Potter experienced during his time in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Once you enter the door and slide down the pipe, you'll find yourself in the tunnels leading to the chamber." An illusioned version of it, but it would feel as real as the classroom was. "Your goal is to navigate your way through the twisting, winding tunnels to find the main chamber area. You may use any spells you feel will help you find your way through. But be careful - there's a basilisk on the loose."

A brief pause here, just for a little dramatic effect. Professors could have fun too, yes? "It's not a real one, to be clear - only an animated statue. But this is where your mirrors will come in handy. Use them to check around corners and bends in the tunnels, or even for anything behind you. If you make eye contact with the basilisk, whether directly or indirectly through the mirror, you will find your feet frozen in place for about five seconds. The basilisk will then vanish and reappear elsewhere in the tunnels, so once you are unfrozen, you have time to continue without it immediately freezing you again." It would be unfair and un-fun, after all, for the basilisk to just hang around in one spot and keep freezing them over and over, preventing any hope of progress.

“You may work alone or with a partner,” she continued. “If you have any questions, please let me know. Otherwise, you may queue up when you’re ready, and go on through the door.”

Once each student approached, the door would open with a hiss. A pipe opening, large enough for an adult human to easily slide through, would lead them right into the opening tunnel, which expanded into multiple different paths. Which one would they choose?

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OOC: Activity time! Whether your student chooses to go in alone or with a partner, don't worry about having them wait for their turn in the queue - feel free to assume it's their turn and head on through the door to the "Chamber of Secrets" tunnels. The Narrator will pop in to provide clues and hints to help guide your character to the end of the tunnels. And please do not roleplay for the basilisk.

Also, catch up posts are allowed at any time!

We'll begin wrapping up the lesson some time around 8:00 PM EDT (GMT-4) on July 11th.