Chance hadn't talked to Beezey in a few weeks now. The friendship break had rocked his world a little bit. Biance was dead. They had avoided each other in the common room and great hall. During certain activities that involved music, they hadn't even made eye contact. The person that Chance could go and find to do anything crazy he came up with, was no longer talking to him.

Chance sighed.

He found himself making his way to the room they have first met. He entered the room after a few wrong turns and grinned at the mirror that was deposited on the wall. Chance headed towards it. The same room was there. The fanciness of it always bewildered him. He liked to be fancy when he needed to be. He put his hand to the mirror and felt the coldness of it. He still wished he could visit the place inside the mirror. It could be his own little fancy get away.