Serena was still sniffing. She felt lonely, she didn't have any friends like they did. She laid against a mirror and was surprised to feel it move backwards. She looked at it and realised that she had found a secret passageway. Still upset, she walked inside. To her dismay, she soon realised the passageway did not lead anywhere. She still was glad to find it. She sat down on the floor and sniffed slightly. Somewhere to be alone.

Then she realised it was silent... Serena jumped and reached into her pocket for the magical Radio she had, she turned it up to the loudest volume she could without anyone realising she was in there. She clasped it tightly to her and began to read, a hard thing to do if you're also trying to hold a Radio near to you too.

FALALALALALALA. SKIP.SKIP.SKIP.

A MIRRRRRRRROOOOOOR!!!

In mid-skip, Minnie just stared at herself in the mirror. She pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, swaying back and forth. Giggles were already escaping out of the young girl's lips. WHAT?! She was pretty and she enjoyed this whole looking at herself thing. DON'T HAAAAAATE.

*BEAM*

Jamie was wandering. Because he was a wanderer. A wonderful wanderer! But rather than going outside like he usually would to explore, he decided to take a look around the huge castle instead. And it was lovely, so far, and full of really cool stuff. After going on a full tour of the third floor, Jamie ended up on the fourth floor. It was all great, ladedadeda... but then BAM! He jumped out of his skin when he saw himself reflected in a random mirror.

What a STUPID place for a mirror.

Regaining his breath, he turned right and saw a girl who was pretty much the same height as him (shockingly). Probably a first year, then. He felt too awkward to talk, so he just looked at himself in the mirror again. He really did have such a good sense of style so he stood there, grinning at himself. Wanna know why?

He OWNED the sweater vest look. In fact, he was so engrossed with the mirror that he almost forgot the girl standing next to him. Ahem. He coughed quickly and thought of something to say. An ice breaker. "Hi. I like your..." Clothes? Shoes? "...hair."

HAIR?

GIGGLE. Her tiiiiiiara was SHINY. Little Miss Minnie couldn't take her eyes off it. What?! She couldn't help that she REALLY liked shiny things especially if they were tiaras on HER head. Yes, a tiara on HER head meant she was a PRINCESS. Not only A princess but THE princess of this Hogwarts place. Everyone should REALLY bow down to her.

^____^

Suddenly, Minnie felt someone else's PRESENCE. She blinked, eyes flickering away from her tiara to someone else, someone else hogging up her SPACE. What kind of CRAAAAAAAZY person hogged up a PRINCESS' place? Obviously a very dumb one. She looked at him, almost glaring before he complimented her. Giggles rolled out of the girl's mouth, twirling on a strand of blonde hair."SHANNNNNNNNNNNKS."She said her eyes shut as she spoke, a big grin on her face. WHAT?! He complimented her hair? It wasn't HER fault she got excited ESPECIALLY SINCE IT WAS A BOY TOOOO. :33

"I like your sweater, it makes your eyes look nice."Not pretty, NICE. Pretty only described girls and he was NOT a girl. She beamed now, looking at the boy."I'M MINNNNNNNIE. PRINCESS MINNIE. THAT EXPLAINS THE CROWN. HAAAAAAI PLEBEIAN!" Wasn't she such a good princess?

Jamie scratched his head. He wasn't amazing around girls. Pretty girls were even worse. So this situation was going to turn out AWFULLY. D: Why did he even attempt to talk to her? She would clearly take one look at him and turn her way, nose turned up. He could see it all now.

Aaaaaaand.... she was glaring. Glaring??! What did he do wrong? Of course, his compliment about her hair seemed to have done the trick. It brought him to the overall summary of the girl; Whoa, she was bubbly. Jamie's eyes widened a little bit, but he responded with a smile. He liked her attitude. If you couldn't be happy then why don't you just sit under a rock??! Ya know? "Urm you're welcome.." He scratched his head again. Not because it was itchy, but that was his nervous thing.

Awwww. "Really? That is like, the nicest thing I have heard in AGES." Kids used to pick on him and his sweater vests. Bad times, but now a pretty girl said it looked nice so stuff them! AHH, back to the over-bubbly-ness. Princess? Surely not a real one. "Princess of what?" Princess of Hogwarts???!

That would be incredible.

"Nice to meet you, Princess Minnie -" should he bow to the princess? Eh, why not? He bowed. "I'm Jamie Keaton." And er... no he was no prince, so he looked like a basic old fool.

SHE BEAMED SOME MORE. She even rested a hand on her hips, still swaying back and forth. The bottom of her pretty black ballet flats made sounds as she did so. At least he was smiling, yes Minnie was glad to see that. Smiling meant people were happy with you and she LIKED a happy person! Especially if they were happy with her. ^____^ She made no comment at his words though, just merely nodding. No need to say THANK you to someone saying your welcome. There was no need for that at all.

STARE.

"Well, then YOU must hang out with some REALLLLLY mean people then..."Then again maybe his friends weren't as nice as she was? ^__^ Minnie got told she was a sweetheart a lot, a LOT more sweet than everyone else."I like it though, it's PRETTY and DIFFERENT."The blonde said while fixing her crown in the mirror. Princess of WHAT?! Minnie's eyes wandered a bit, attempting to think of a half way good answer. NO LUCK. she bit her lip now, "Errrrmmmm...PRINCESSOFBEINGAWESOME!?"FLAILAGE.

Was that a fail answer? She hoped not.

OMG. HE EVEN BOWED.

Minnie BEAMED. "Its my PLEASE."She said through her giggles, twirling on a strand of blonde hair. "Jaiiiiiiime? HAI JAIME!"

Noo, he didn't hang out with the people who picked on him, they were just bullies! But Jamie didn't fancy telling the girl that he was picked on, so he just smiled nervously and shrugged. "Thanksss. This is Tuesday's sweater vest." He said proudly, looking briefly back into the mirror before realising what he had said. ARGH. He wasn't supposed to tell people that he had sweater vests for each day of the week!!!!! Change the subject! Change the subject! "Nice crown." He coughed shortly.

Princess of being awesome?

FACEPALM.

She wasn't a real princess, she was a pretend princess! Which means he just bowed to a regular person. AARGHH. Jamie's face went a bit pink, and he shuffled around a bit, even though she looked rather pleased that he bowed.

"Hey, MINNIE." He said, copying her enthusiasm. But he also wanted to make a clear point that he would not call her princess Minnie ever again. "What house are you in?" He asked with a smile. His guess was Hufflepuff. Jamie wished he was in Hufflepuff. It looked way fun. And the name was great.

HUFFLEPUFF. PUFFLEHUFF. PUFFERRRS. He luved it.

Serena opened her eyes. Her Radio was still talking to her. She started. bloody hell... She thought. She had fallen asleep, 10.42, 10.42! She had been here all night! Lucky her Radio had been enchanted for longer battery life by her mum. She thought for a moment why she was here, then she remembered what happened at the Student Gardens. She could remember what Mordred said to Daisy and worse, she remembered what had happened from primary school... *sniff* She stood up, she had probably missed breakfast so she really should go and find Mordred. She stood up and pushed the mirror. Nothing happened. noooo...... Serena stared at the back of the mirror and then to her horror, the Radio ran out of batteries.
No.
No.
No!
NO!!!
Serena went into a fully fledged state of panic, she shoved against the mirror continually. And finally it flew open.

Outside, there were two people taller than Serena (not saying much as she was only 4ft 10...) they looked at the girl who had just appeared through the mirror. Serena turned red and sprinted away, bright red.

This place looked really interesting. Gwendolyn knew she had read about this place somewhere, but she did not remember where. It did not matter. The only thing the girl thought of at the moment was where the secret passage behind the mirror was leading…
Hmm...maybe to a secret location underground the castle…or…to some kind of a room that contains long-lost objects…or….something even more interesting….?, she thought. The girl wanted just to take a look behind the mirror…just to get a tiny hint…just to know the direction where it went.

She slowly moved the mirror a few centimeters, and, suddenly…she got her answer. The passage lead…NOWHERE! Bummer, she though.

Tuesday's vest? She stared at him, blinking."SO. Is there a WENSDAY vest? And a FRiiiiiiiDAY vest?"She asked, tilting her head to the side, YES. It was a good question. OMG. He liked her tiara? Minnie RADIATED. Just, YEAH. She was happy he complimented her. ^___^ Most of the time people would just like STARE at her crown and THAT was totally messed up.

MEAN PEOPLE.

"SHAAAAAAANKS. I have LOTS of crowns, this one I'm wearing riiiiight now cause it matches my ROBE."Which she hated. STUPID UNIFORM. -_- Green didn't look lovely on her, NO IT DIDN'T. She looked better in piiiiiink or BRIGHT happy colors. Truth be known the girl actually had about 20 tiaras hidden in her dorm, hidden from MEAN. EVIL.JEALOUS GIRLS WHO WANTED TO TAKE HER TIARAS. He was blushing? WHY WAS HE BLUSHING? Minnie raised an eyebrow, poking him."WHY YOU BLUSSSSSSSSHIN'?!"She asked in an EXTREMELY loud voice.

FROWNIE FACE.

"HAI."He didn't call her a princess, what a butthead. "SLYTHERIN.What are YOU?! Are you a....CLAW?! YOU A BLUE CLAAAAAW PERSON?!"SNORTY. SNORT.

DNFGDSKNGJDFNGFDG.

"YES, there is a Wednesday and a Friday vest." He frowned as he confessed. CAUGHT. SPOTTED. AS A LOSER. "But... I don't always wear them in order, ya know." He stopped doing that about 2 years ago. Jamie smiled nervously. At least she was happy with his compliment, and it gave him hope that bullying would be at a minimum.

Jamie raised an eyebrow at Minnie. She was like a little three year old. At first he was starting to like her because she reminded him of himself, but now she was just creepy. "Are they real crowns? Or the plastic ones that come in goody bags?" He asked quite seriously. If they were the plastic kind then OHHHH MERLIN, what the hell was going on? "I AIN'T BLUSHING." He shouted back. If she shouts at him then he would shout back. It was simple MATHS! But technically speaking, he wasn't blushing, just a bit embarrassed for genuinely believing that she was royalty.

No. Way. This girl was a Slytherin? THIS GIRL was the same species as him???! Unbelievable.

"Cool, me t-" RAVENCLAW? Jamie stared at the girl, flabbergasted. The blue house were smart, right? And this boy right here was and looked as dumb as a lamp post. How could he possibly be mistaken for one of those over a Hufflepuff? "Actually, I'm a Slytherin as well. Why?! Do I LOOK like a Claw?" He hoped not. Otherwise, there could be a possible identity crisis lurking.

Out of all the houses, Ravenclaw was his least favourite.

As Hugo walked down the corridor, he noticed the little mirror thing that he would usually avoid. He looked around. Noone was around. Maybe he could do the thing Berty Borr wanted him to do? Everyone was at the common room at this time, he would have a chance to be totally weird.

As he approached, he sorted out his imperfections in a second. But he wasn't here to think about his weak points. He was here to think about his strong points and how to use them to achieve something. He felt like this could be the mirror of Erised because when he stepped in front of the mirror, he could see what he wanted in his mind.

"My goals..." Hugo said, his voice echoeing through the dark, empty corridors. The sound of his own voice quite scared himself, because it sounded like someone else was there too.

"Wands," he began. "I want to make them," he said and looked around again. This all felt really weird. "I am going to get the best grades I can, especially for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures," he told himself. "Though I'm not the best at both," he admitted. "Then I will go to a university for it, and I will become an apprentice," he said. "Eventually becoming a wandmaker." Hugo didn't understand why he needed to do this. He had already planned it out in his head. He tended to think about his future a lot.

What was another goal of his? "I want to make the Quidditch team," he said. "For that to happen I firstly need to have enough talent," he told the mirror image of himself. That is where his doubts started. "Then I need to practise A LOT," he said.

"And I want to be a prefect in my fifth year," he said. Yeah, definitely. "I have no idea how to achieve it..." he said and frowned. "Just, getting good grades and being a good student I guess..."

AND that was it. Now, it was time to walk slowly away before anyone saw him... And with that thought Hugo ran as fast as he could from that darn mirror.

Shifting the textbooks in her arms, Katie walked along the empty corridor on her way to the library, wanting a peaceful place to study without the commotion typically heard from the Common Room or out on the grounds, even. The corridor itself wouldn't be suck a bad place to sit against a wall and flip open a book, actually. It was quiet for once, absolutely deserted as far as the badger girl knew.

There was the floor length mirror, Katie noticed as she neared it, reminding her of that ridiculous Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment she was still trying to decide whether or not to purposely fail. Swimming in the lake in October, who did that? Katie did not want what would without a doubt become a trip to the hospital wing.

Without much thought process behind it, Katie found herself standing in front of the mirror, tracing a hand over the outer frame. School assignments aside, seven years later Katie still couldn't help but find it an odd place for a mirror to be.

Taking a bite of the sandwich in his hand Legend made his way up the staircase so he could turn and go to the Gryffindor Common Room. Unfortunately it was at that moment that the staircase had decided to shift, going a completely different way.

The seventh year shrugged and took another bite before continuing whenever the hall led him. Fourth floor right?

For some reason he was not surprised at all to see the short curly haired girl looking at the mirror before her. "Wotchu' 'ooking at?" He said swallowing the bite of the sandwich which was in his mouth.

The corridor was not so deserted after all, apparently. "Nothing." was the response Legend received, dark eyes staring past herself, instead focused on the little bit of his reflection Katie could see behind her. She wasn't staring at herself, not really. And not that she would admit that to Legend, anyway. He wouldn't understand if she had been; Katie was not one of those vain girls who enjoyed spending hours in front of mirrors.

Turning to the side, Katie shifted the books up in her arms again and looked to the sandwich-munching Gryffindor. She didn't even bother making any sort of comment about not talking with food in his mouth, the thought barely crossed her mind at all. Failed attempts at that had been left to her twelve-year-old self once upon a time. "What are you doing? Besides eating and staring at me, staring at a mirror."

Her answer was quick. As is she was still alert despite the fact that all her attention had been on the mirror. "Humh." It was the only thing he could say currently, as he had taken another bite out of the turkey sandwich. Very good. Fresh. Legend decided he should visit the House Elves more often.

As she semi-turned, Legend looked at her, this time swallowing before speaking again. "Not just eating. I'm also chewing." He smirked, but the satisfying look was soon replaced by a faint smile. "Are you alright? You seem kind of...down." It was like...his job to take care of Katie. Sorta. If she would let him. Juls wasn't here so he kind of had to be that person who would listen. He had down that a lot last term but that was DIFFERENT. That was when they were dating. Now in the past.

The hand that had been lightly tracing over the frame of the mirror had wrapped around her books as well, holding them to her chest, Katie placed her chin on top of the pile of reading material. Her eyebrows rose a bit at Legend's humh, or maybe just at his eating while talking habits. Not that it bothered her anymore. It had before, of course. But over time Katie had come to realize that along with her losing battle to force certain manners upon the boys, Legend was a boy. Pure boy. And this, wasn't an uncommon boy-ish thing to do. She had accepted that.

A slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, Katie resisted the urge to roll her dark eyes toward the high ceiling above them. "Oh no? And here I thought you inhaled your food these days," She said lightly, more playfully or teasing than anything. The small, little smile that had appeared began to fade a bit at his question. "Yeah, I guess so?" Katie kind of gave a little shrug of her shoulders, which was 'not really' in Katie body language 101. When Legend said she seemed down, Katie gave him a weak smile. "I think I am."

Helena was strolling around the fourth floor, looking for... waaait. How did she even get there?! The dungeons were far, faaar away and she didn't quite have anything to do there. But there she was, walking around with the list full of ridiculous things to do from Mr. Borr.

She eventually found a mirror and, as she glanced at the list she was holding, there was point number seven. Talk to yourself in the mirror about your goals and how you'll achieve each one. Sure, if that will ever happen.

Nope. The girl was definitely NOT going to talk to herself in the mirror. Instead of doing that, she'll just stare at her reflexion. Stare... because she didn't quite like what she was seeing. The same tall, dark haired figure. She kind of got bored of seeing that.

Zara was at the Fourth Floor Corridor. She had just been at their common room way up high in the Seventh Floor. Now, she was just wandering half-conscious through the school, just following her feet wherever they'd take her. Now she saw this girl, in front of a mirror. The girl was just standing there, motionless. Zara froze in her footsteps in fear. Was that...a ghost?

Eep, she didn't like ghosts. With the very good exception of Sir Nicholas, that was one ghost she was used to and those other house ghosts. But not student ghosts. Zara gulped, and stared at the girl in front of the mirror. Surely, Hogwarts weren't keeping dangerous ghosts, right? Argh, why was Zara in Gryffindor? Such a coward, scared of ghosts. Geez.

She approached the girl, taking one step at a time quietly. She hoped she wouldn't scare that ghost or whatever that girl was. She reached out her hand, just to tap her. Just to see if she was someone out of this world.

As she was still staring at her reflexion in the mirror, Helena couldn't get that Defence Against the Dark Arts assignment out of her mind. She just couldn't. Because it was... silly. How could the front rolls help her in front of a dementor or something? Seriously. Was she supposed to roll into him? Surely not.

But then... she felt... something. Someone. She spun around quickly, to see a girl who looked... scared? Okay, maybe Helena was not the prettiest girl at Hogwarts, but did she look... scary? "Uhh... hi?" She said awkwardly. WHY was the girl scared?

Helena turned back to face the mirror again, raising her eyebrows. Nope, she didn't have a third hand or an eye popping out of her forehead. Her uniform also looked alright. Her hair wasn't sticking up in every possible direction. But... what was wrong then?

She felt her heart stop beating when that...girl...turned around and looked her in the eye. Her expression seemed fairly normal, but what was she doing out there..alone..in front of a mirror..and not moving. Before Zara could reply, the girl faced the mirror again.

Deciding that maybe she was normal..or not, she tried asking, "Hi. Are you a..." she said softly.

When Helena finally decided that there was nothing wrong with her, or at least that was what she thought, she turned back to look at the still terrified girl. She looked as if she was about to faint there. "Are you alright?" she asked, trying to give the girl a smile. Helena began to feel slightly amused.

But then... "A... ?" A what? A creepy monster? An alien? Nope. She was neither the last time she checked. Ooooh! Maybe the girl could see through her or something! Or maybe there was someone in the mirror who wasn't supposed to be there? Let's hope not.

Zara slowly nodded, still trying to figure out if this girl was..well a girl. Staring for a while, she was starting to doubt if she should actually be there, at this time. She started tugging on her scarf. Wow, she was becoming more like Matt every minute. Say, where was Matt now? Hm.

"Are you a..real person?" Yeah, that was way better than asking if she was a ghost. Cause it would sure be an awkward moment.

Okay, the girl... showed Helena that she was alright, but there was definitely something wrong, or else she wouldn't stare at her like that.

Oh no. Nooo no no no. What if... there was a giant spider on her back?!

Nope. It couldn't be. Because Helena couldn't feel any creepy and hairy legs, unless they were invisible. But no, that was not it. As the girl spoke, Helena didn't quite know how to react. "A... real person?" She repeated, while her eyes went wide. "I... suppose so," she shrugged. What did she look like? A zombie? A vampire? Oh, maybe that. Because of her really pale skin. Or maybe not?

But Helena couldn't help it. She suddenly burst out laughing. "I'm sorry," for the laughing, "but what makes you think I'm not... a real person? You are the first one asking me that."