Isaac watched as the eager students of the survival class drank their potions, some eagerly, some carefully, some making sure to look at every angle before deciding, from his spot in the corner he watched as The Games of James (a euphemism for the Elite Survival Class in its entirety that the previous third and fourth years had come up with) began. As Isaac pondered how they would unfold, his keen eyes caught sight of the large clock-tower that stood in the courtyard as a flag blew in the wind, providing him with just enough time to read the large clock, seeing that time was beginning to pass more quickly than he had anticipated, he silently moved himself to the window, taking care not to interrupt class or to take his eyes from any of the action, and began to tie the rope that he had brought with him to the windowsill and then the other end around his waist. His next class was meeting on the courtyard grounds where the festivities had taken place the previous day. As Isaac sat on the windowsill he watched and waited, waiting to see what would happen next