It's has been a long time since I've seen someone in my part of the Room of Requirement. A handsome blonde haired boy was there, pulling a drape off the vanishing cabinet. I was curious, very curious. Maybe he could help me find my body. My body had aged slower than it would normally, giving me the look of a seventeen year old. Truthfully, I was almost 23 years old. He was looking at it. I'm sure he knew what it was for. But still, I decided to warn him.
'Vanishing cabinets are quite temperamental. Beware what you put in there.' My voice was soft as it floated around the large space.
'Who's there? Show yourself!' the voice was panicked.
'It is naught but I.' I floated through a pile of books, arms raised showing I was no threat.
'Who are you?'
'My name is Anira. I was once in Slytherin.'
'Why are you here?'
'I'm trapped here.' Floating up, I sat myself on top of the books, crossing one leg over the other, resting my chin on my fist. 'It's positively dreary. You're the first person I've seen in 12 years.'
He seemed to take a closer look at me. I wore the Hogwarts uniform, showing I was a Slytherin. Silvery blood showed on my shirt front, and specks in my raven black hair. My black eyes regarded him thoughtfully.
'What do you know about the cabinets?' he asked suspiciously.
'Not much.' I shrugged, my eyes staring at the object in question. 'I know they stuffed my body in there and it disappeared. Who are you?'
'Like I am going to tell you.'
'I told you my name.' My voice was soft.
'Just go away.'
'Fine.' I was dejected. Couldn't he be a little be more sympathetic? I mean, I'm not quite dead, but I'm near to it. Slowly, I floated back to the ground and walked right through him. Behind me I heard the shocked and disgusted sounds as I walked further into the Room. 'Come back if you want a chat. I'm always here.'
'No doubt about that.' I heard the quiet grumble. Slightly smiling, I went on my way.