I would race you into Detention Mr.!

I conjecture the next person that would not mind extra hours of History of Magic (:

I won't mind!!!! Just... someone has to get me coffee

I conjecture the next person has been to the Room of Requirement before...

"Many, many times. I spent much of my leisure time, in my later years at Hogwarts, in the room of requirement building an empire and refining my branches of craft. Those in need of favors could find me there- if they knew what to look for and how to coax the room to reveal itself. It was the few physical places of solitude I had there." She drew a slow breath. "In some ways I miss it- molding it with my mind, shaping it into a world suitable for people like me. But, since leaving, I have found creating my own place of belonging from scratch, with those willing to lend their hands unconditionally, to be much more rewarding. It is a godly feeling."

"I conjecture the next person to come by has experienced a great loss at some point in their lives."

“Um… yeah i guess. My mum died when I was little.”

I conjecture that the next person is not human

"Not human? Who wants to know? You lookin' for a fight or somethin'?" Martyr squared her shoulders for a moment, before letting them return to their slouching position. "Naw, I'm just messin'. Depends on who ya ask, I guess." She chewed on that thought. "I'd like to think I'm human enough, but if you were to ask my big sister, she'd tell ya that I'm a mangy animal." She said with a shrug.

"I conjecture the next person to come by is a non-human hater."

"Not at all," Astra would say, not looking up from her recently borrowed book on the subject of vampires and blood thralls. "I find them quite interesting, really.

"I conjecture the next person stays at school for the winter holiday."

Of course, I would.

"I conjecture the next person prefers books over movies."

"Books are always superior!"

"I conjecture the next person has an owl for a pet"

I wish I did. I'm planning on getting one, oh yes.

"I conjecture that the next person has a sneaky trick up their sleeve..."

"It would not be very sneaky of me to reveal my hand, now would it?" Xailah folded her hands together, her fingers interlacing with the clink of rings and sharp metal claws. "The nature of my machinations is only for me to know." An elusive curl of the lips would be the only inkling to a proper answer. But even then, how reliable was it?

"I conjecture the next person to visit, seeks to sever the threads of prophecy. They do not wish to submit to the cycle they have been fated for."