The next morning I woke up to find that I was no longer in my bed.

That really kinda freaked me out.

I looked around and say I was in the great hall, but not the great hall. The tables were all gone and there were just hundreds of sleeping bags purple and plump. It was still around me, no a word was spoken. Until I heard a few whispers. I was so confused by all this that was happening I ran over to the sound hoping whoever they were they could tell me where I was and what I was doing there.

 I slowly walked closer to them expecting them to look up. They didn't. Infact they didn't even seem to notice me. I tapped one of them. Nothing.

They began to talk again in quiet whispers. I couldn't get a chance to here what they were saying but I did look at them intently, I made sure I knew exactly what each of them looked like. I then made a mental note to ask them another day what this was all about and why they didn't answer me.

I was just about to ask someone else when the world began to shake. It felt like I was the figurine in a snowglobe. I feel to the ground and heard a snap. I couldn't look at my arm. It hurt too badly. I tried to get up, but with the world shaking and a broken arm, I was out of luck.

Then suddenly all at once I was sucked up, or so it felt. The funny thing was that before I was "sucked up" I looked around and no one but me was affected by this bizarre mishap. I then went over the appearances of those three people in my head again.

A girl with bushy brown hair, a boy with flaming red hair and freckles, and most importantly another boy with jet black hair and a lightning scar on his forhead.