The Game - Round Two: Logic and Physical Dexterity, Mission and Submissions Options

[Department_of_My...]

Welcome to round two of the Game,
Logic and Physical Dexterity!

Stoats – The first one of you to solve the riddle below wins a $20 gift card from Whimsic Alley!

Ferrets – Solve the riddle below to receive your writing mission for this round.

Ferret Prizes for this round are the chocolate chess set and potions bottles. First Place winner gets first choice.

Riddle Solving and Writing are open from June 18th to 28th, voting is open from the 29th until July 1st.



Five people visit Hogsmeade.
They all have a different drink.
Each drink is served by different member of the bar staff.



Someone was served pumpkin juice by Carmen.
Fudge was not served his rum by Marcella.
Hagrid was served by Tom.
The person who drinks pumpkin juice wasn't served second.
The fire whiskey drinker was served last.
Marcella served the fourth person in line but they didn't order a gillywater.
Neither Carmen nor Hans served McGonagall who was third in line at the bar.
Hermione wasn't first in line.


Servers; Tom, Carmen, Hans, Marcella, Andy
Drinks; Pumpkin juice, Rum, Butterbeer, Gillywater, Fire whiskey
Drinkers; Hagrid, Harry, McGonagall, Fudge, Hermione


So....




Think you know the answer?
Then send a PM to Department_of_Mysteries .
If you answer wrong, you may try again.

Since not everybody is a Hermione, regular general hints will be posted in the discussion topic. But remember, the fastest Stoat wins the prize, and the faster Ferret has more time to write ...

Good Luck!
(And keep out of that corridor on the fourth floor!)

[chad13]

Hufflepuff Here I Come


With an awkward smile and genuine gusto Ernie Macmillan climbed towards the sorting hat, yet, things were going quite differently in his head.

“What do I do?” he asked himself. “I’m not ready for this. Wait, stand up straight.”

Ernie puffed out his chest and pulled his shoulders back, he could at least look brave no matter how he felt walking towards the wooden stool. Students far less talented than he had already conquered the hat, this wouldn’t be a problem, he hoped. All Ernie could do at the moment was hope.

“You may sit down Mr. Macmillan.”

“What was her name again?” Ernie asked himself, staring up at the rather formidable Professor above him. “Focus Ernie, focus,” he shook his head and looked forward. “Think,” he told himself. “You've got this. All I have to do is .... put the hat on. I’m not a cipher, I’m Ernie Macmillan, future prefect, I can figure this out!”

With great resolve Ernie straightened up on the stool and took a deep breath. All he could do then was let the hat fall over his eyes, the shining plates, spoons, and cutlery disappearing from view.

“All right, now what?” he asked himself in the darkness.

“Now what?” repeated a voice.

“Who’s there?” Ernie asked aloud. That was odd, it didn’t sound like the Professor standing beside him, but it was not a students voice either.

“No need to ask who you are,” said the voice. “Ernie Macmillan.”

“What’s going on?” Ernie thought to himself. Was he famous already? How was it someone knew who he was when he’d only been in the castle less than an hour?

“No yelling? No frustration?” asked the voice.

Ernie’s mind felt empty, he was working very hard to keep his knees from shaking.

“Nervous are you?” the voice asked.

“Who’s talking?” Ernie swallowed. "Okay, I've got this. It's not the Professor's voice, and it's definitely not a student ... right. Who else is there?" he paused. "Students, teachers, ghosts?”

The voice did not answer.

Shifting in his seat Ernie screwed up his face in concentration before suddenly coming to the only other magically logical conclusion. “The hat!” he exclaimed aloud.

The voice laughed. “Took you long enough.” Now it was the voice who was speaking aloud, "Hufflepuff!" Ernie again found himself blinking in the glow of the Great Hall's silver.

“Hufflepuff Mr. Macmillan,” the Professor said, holding the hat in her hand. “Just over there.”

Smiling again, chest puffed out, Ernie hopped jauntily down towards the cheering table.

“Hufflepuff, that’s perfect! Yellow and black, definitely the best looking colors in this place. I can hardly imagine having to wear anything silver and green.” One problem down, only seven years of school to go. At least now Ernie had a house, a group to lead to success, and to honor, and to eternal glory at Hogwart’s.