Fifth floor corridor. It's the first time Zara's ever been here. Hmm, wonder what can be found here. Nothing? No people? No students? No ghosts? No nothing?

Zara frowned, she was hoping to find some adventure. Find some room, but I guess adventured would have to wait until she finds a best friend to share it with. It could've been Matt if he was still at Hogwarts. Really, Zara never saw him anymore these past few days. He wasn't at classes. He wasn't at the common room either. Could he have just mysteriously disappeared? No, not likely. But where was he?

Sighing, Zara stopped walking in the middle of the corridor, and opened her bag, searching for something to do. Or anything that might remind her of something that she has to do. Seeing nothing but parchments, inks, quills, and some textbooks, Zara could only think of homework. She was almost done with everything. Just the Care of Magical Creatures homework left. But she'd do that some other time. Now, she wanted adventure. Looking back at her bag, she saw a reflection, something shiny. Curious to what it was she took it out, and found out it was just a hand mirror. An ancient hand mirror, might I add. It seemed rather odd, she knew she hadn't put it there earlier this morning. Oh well.

She took it out anyway, thinking of what she might be able to do with it. Deciding that it seemed quite odd of her to stand there in the middle of the corridor, she went nearer to the wall, and sat in front of it, her back leaning at the concrete wall. She looked at the mirror she had in hand, now what?

Maybe she might as well do homework instead. Frowning slightly, Zara was about to return the mirror and go to the library to do homework when she remembered she had another homework to do. Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Right, there was one about a mirror," she quietly mumbled to herself. Something about goals. Well, here goes.

Zara looked straight in the mirror and saw a little girl with soft brown hair that trails off in luscious curls. Goals, goals. Do this, Zara, and fast. You don't want anyone catching you there, looking at the mirror as you're sitting down on the corridor floor.

"First, be a good student at Hogwarts. Scratch that, there are many good students. Okay then, be the best student at Hogwarts. Second, be a great concert pianist like my mom was. Third, spend more time with friends and family. Fourth, read more books. Hmm what else?" She bit her lip as she thought some more. The girl in the mirror copied her actions. Well of course it will, it's her. "Err. Stop crying when you try to reach your toes. Be a better person with a happy personality. Become a great and wise witch like my grandma Eve. Be a friendly person to everyone. Spend my next six years at Hogwarts wisely." She was overdoing herself. These were simply too much goals. Now, to proceed to how to achieve them..ALL.

"Okay, the first one be obedient to instructions, study hard, and respect everyone, including magical creatures. For the second one, practice. Practice, practice, and practice some more. And feel the music I'm playing with all my heart and with full of emotion. Third, make a schedule, maybe and budget my time. For the fourth goal, just read and read I guess. And of course, retain them all in my mind as I read them," Zara smiled at her reflection. The girl in the glass' lips curved into a smile too. "Take the pain, and get used to it. And then, think more on the positive side of things. Just strive hard and do my best, then I'll be a great witch. Be friendly...well, just have a very nice personality and show kindness towards others and always offer help to those in need. For the last one," Her smile slowly grew into a wide grin. Spend her next six years at Hogwarts wisely. How is that? "Have great adventures, make a lot of friends, experience life, learn lessons, respect teachers, and spend every day like it's the last."

Happy with what she had accomplished, Zara put her mirror back in her bag. And stood up. She had goals. And she has to achieve them. Well, maybe the homework wasn't so bad after all. She walked away from the empty corridor with a huge smile, and a renewed heart. Singing a happy song, she skipped her way going downstairs.