"Harry, I'm scared," said Frognal.

"No, you are Frognal," Harry replied, questioning Frognal's intelligence.

They waited in the bushes for quite a while. The howl of wolves was heard into the distance, deep into the darkness of a night in some northern magic castle land.

They weren't sure whether to just go to bed or to look for the jar more. They sat there in silence as they tried to think. But then a more serious issue presented itself.

"HARRY IT'S A SPIDER!" Frognal screamed.

"IT IS A SPIDER!" Harry agreed.

Frognal ran back to the castle, screaming and crying. Harry followed. He did not notice a spider had crawled on him also. He ran behind Frognal and they rushed into the red group's room. It was late. Rain started to fall and could be heard against the window that McDonaldall was looking into, however she went unnoticed.

They slept all night. But little did they know that the spider was only the start of more to come. The jar has yet to be found. What if another group finds it? What if Green Group got points instead? These lingering thoughts of Ghosty filled the room before morning came.