"What's the matter?" "Nothing." Ron bolted off, although his face betrayed some hints of jealousy and anger. "What's with him these days?" "Oh, he's just jealous that someone in our grade managed to enter the tournament instead of the great Ron Wesley himself." Oh well, that escalated quickly.
Back in the common room at night, the remaining time i possessed were mainly used to figure out what in the world was inside the golden egg. "Vital clue, vital clue…" When i opened it, however, the dreadful and high pitched "singing" or "wailing" was enough to make my eardrums burst. Well, i can't open it now, since if i do now, either Damian, Connor, Kori, Harry, Ron or any living being in the room will maim me. Badly.
The feeling surged through my body, since the determination was going on and on at the moment, no signs of stopping. At least for now. Taking the egg into the bath, my hand, showing independence, with my brain being into in charge, made the egg open.
Wailing. Wail, wail now. Instead, what the egg gave out felt like it was talking to me, saying that "it's different." Wail no more. What felt like a song came blurting out, into my ears.
Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
An hour long you'll have to look,
To recover what we took.
The phrases. They seem to have a direct connection to the wailing. But now singing? Fuck me. What in the world is going on now? My brain is so screwed—oh right. The tournament was supposed to screw with me mentally and physically, so yeah. I'm just supposed to suck it up.
"What in the fuck is going on—" What that what Bagman called the "clue"? Oh shit, now shit's just got real. Whatever that meant, this was the time for some serious problem solving.
"To recover what we took.": The people, or the group, took something. Something that was related to me.
"An hour long you'll have to look,": Giving me a whole hour to look for the thing they took. Great.
"We cannot sing above the ground,": What now? Singing underwater—yes! Singing underwater! I'm in the bath right now, the egg's underwater. Ok, now the last phrase.
"Come seek us where our voices sound,": Who in the fuck sings underwater? Definitely not us humans, if we sing, people can't hear us or we'll drown. Mermaids? They don't even—Yes! The merpeople, in the water!
I SEE NOW! The song has put the pieces together now. Basically, my brain had calculated another equation for the 2nd task. But, this task was not a easy one. Doing the action for an hour? Not a easy one.
"Adam, what the hell are you doing down here singing this late?" "I'm sorry. See you tomorrow." My feet made no noise at all, just as i brushed off Ron and my body made contact with the bed. My mouth, just as i felt it do it, morphed into a large grin. Now the second task was nothing but a piece of cake for me.