46. Dungeon
First year Ellie, eleven years old

If curiosity killed the cat, then Ellie would have been grateful she was human. She just wanted to know what the dungeons looked like. Her father had been in Slytherin and she wanted to see where he grew up as a student.

Ellie tip-toed' holding up her Ravenclaw robes from the floor. The dungeons seemed dark and dingy. And slightly smelly. She wrinkled her nose and turned a corner.

“BOO!” A tall seventh year old bellowed, popping out of a shadow.

Screaming her head off, Ellie darted out of the hallway, silently vowing to never step foot down there again.