He had gotten lost. It wasn't the most unusual part of Hogwarts thus far. Wyatt had been trying to locate the hospital wing. He had wanted to try and find out what would happen when his bruise-remover paste collection ran out. Wyatt did not know whether he would be good at potions, and he also did not know how to make anymore. It was a essential paste from him to keep on his person at all times.
So how had he ended up surrounded by suits of armour?
It was simple, really. The older year he had asked for directions hadn't given them in a language which Wyatt had understood. For a moment the first year was going to leave and carry on his search. It was as he turned, a shine of something metal caught his eye, and Wyatt faced the weapons which were pinned up.
"Did they ever actually use these?" He asked out loud. Had it been some sort of punishment for unruly students? Wyatt reached for a long sword, the heaviness causing it to drop to the floor with a loud clang. "Darn it!"