I had taken to wandering aimlessly around the library at Hogwarts, usually looking for a specific topic, which was exactly what I was doing on October 30th, the day before Halloween. I was looking for books on cornish pixies.

I came to a tall bookshelf that looked older than Nicholas Flamel. I looked up to down, left to right, when an extremely old looking blue book caught my eye. I started to pull it out and was surprised when the whole bookshelf started to slide open like a door.

Obviously I walked in.

My first thought was ''Wow. Meadow would love this.'' I had entered an old style Victorian ballroom. Beautiful carvings were scratched into the walls. I pressed into one of them and music started to play. I looked down at my casual Hogwarts attire and saw myself change into a tight and uncomfortable moss green dress. My shoulder length hair grew longer and twisted into a braided bun with small daisies embedded in it. I sighed. I was never one of the little girls who dreamed I was a princess, but I couldn't deny it, I looked like one.

I started to dance around, thinking ''No one is here, this is my chance to be free''

I looked ridiculous. I started to twirl around, without a care in the world. Then I fell on my bottom. At that moment, I heard a creaking sound. A boy wearing Slytherin robes and a green and silver scarf walked in. But I only saw that for a second before he changed into olden style clothes. He was wearing modern square toed boots, a white shirt and a long brown vest with matching brown trousers. I stood up quickly and brushed myself off.

He looked down at himself quizzically. ''What just happened?''

''I'm not quite sure,'' I replied, ''I've learned to just go with it.''

''You're smart.'' he said, walking across the room toward me. ''I'm Caspiar.'' he stuck out his hand.

''Sarah.'' I shook it. ''I'm from Hufflepuff.''

''Hmm,'' he said, looking at me. ''My mother was in Hufflepuff, but my father taught me not to associate with Hufflepuffs. They split up.''

''That's rough.'' I said. Suddenly a swarming noise filled the room, but I could see anything.

''I'm not a cream puff!'' he yelled over the noise.

''No! I said, that's rough!''

''Did you just call me hot stuff?'' he screamed back.

''No!'' I sighed. ''Nevermind.''

The noise got louder and I saw a giant ball of flying blue. But then the giant ball of flying blue started to stretch, and became hundreds of tiny blues. they grabbed Caspiar and I by the arms and pushed us closer together, trying to make us dance.

''Cornish pixies!'' I yelled.

''I'm not from the sixties!'' Caspiar yelled back.

''What? Oh, forget it. Just run!!!''

We both ran to the bookshelf, at which point he turned toward me and said; ''A water gun?''

I rolled my eyes.