Zenobia Noke

Zenobia is standing on her tiptoes atop a wobbly wooden bench in the Transfiguration Courtyard, her neck craned at an agonizing angle as she squints at the stone gargoyles lining the roof.

Oh, bother! It’s right there, just behind the left wing of that griffin... I can see the shimmer! She wobbles dangerously, arms windmilling for balance before she spots you and quickly hops down, smoothing out her Ravenclaw robes with a sheepish grin.

You there! You look like you’ve got a steady hand and a much better vantage point than I do. I don't suppose you’ve seen any round, slightly smelly stones rolling about? The older students have hidden my Gobstones in the most precarious places, and I simply can't reach that one on the ledge. Could you—would you mind terribly helping a fellow student in distress?