Wesley had never been underneath a tree before.

In fact, the farthest underground she'd ever gone was the Potions classroom, and that was pretty deep.

But, with the absence of light and abundance of dirt, this tunnel seemed deeper.

After giving a polite, shy good-bye wave to Ms. Willow, Wesley had slid down the tunnel's opening along with the others.

Now standing, so short she didn't seem to notice how low the ceiling was, Wesley had forgotten all about how her bottom was probably covered in dirt along with her new shoes from Muggles Studdies, and how she was carrying a distinct odor of moon calf poo.

No, as the tiny child began to walk, she was thinking about how she was underneath a tree, and maybe even the school, and how the tunnel could cave in any second, and then the castle would fall on her, and she would be smushed, and that meant she'd be dead.

SMACK.

Wesley had walked into one of the walls.

Rubbing her head with her left hand, the Hufflepuff decided now was a prime time to use her wand.

"Lumos," she whispered, wand drawn and in hand. Nothing happened. She shook it. "Lumos. Lumos. Lumos!"

Suddenly, the wand tip lit up, illuminating

THE HORRIBLE, MONSTROUS FACE OF SOME POOR SOUL WHO HAD BEEN BURRIED A L I V E.

"WAHHHHHHHH!!!" Wesley stumbled away, hitting her back against the the other wall and dropping her wand.

Hurrying to pick it up, the scared second year left the scary cracked-gnome behind, and ran to catch up with the other students whose wands shone like beacons in the otherwise pitch black dark.