Admissions were creeping close and Kvothe was wandering the stacks, looking for nothing in particular. In his wandering, he passed the four-plate door. He'd seen it many times before but as he passed it, he noticed something odd about it today. He turned to look closer and that's when he noticed it – the odd crest beneath the word Valaritas. How had he never noticed this before? It was unlike any crest he had ever seen; it bore a lion, a snake, a badger, and an eagle. In the center was emblazoned a large "H." Where had this crest come from? Was it there before? He traced the crest with his fingers, feeling its deep etching in the stone. That was when it happened. There was a tick. A tick so slight if he hadn't been paying attention, he would have missed it. It was the tick of a lock's undoing. He paused but something in him told him to trace along the rest of the crest, and so he did. As he touched each animal, he felt a respective tick in the door. Once he heard the final tick, he gave the door a slight push to no avail. There must be something else he needed to do before the door would open. Placing his palm on the crest he closed his eyes and tipped into spinning leaf. Surely spinning leaf would show him the way. And so, it did. He called the name of the wind as easily as taking a breath with his own lungs and sent the wind through the door. Finally, the door opened. Holding his sympathy lamp, he stepped into what seemed to be a corridor. With each step he took, he heard voices creeping closer. Hushed voices. He strained to hear what they spoke of. Something about a Prince? And a potions book? Surely, he had misheard. Not only were they speaking of strange things, their accent was like none he'd heard before. He heard it again. They were talking about a potions book some half-blood prince had written all over. The girl sounded outraged. He could understand her outrage. If Master Lorren found out about this book covered in writing in his stacks he was certain they would be strung up by their thumbs. Prince or not. He heard more hushed conversation and continued down the corridor until he saw another door. This time there was a door handle. At least this door made sense. As soon as he thought this, however he laid his hand on the handle and immediately knew there was something off about this door too. He didn't know how he knew it, he just knew. He felt it in his bones. He turned the handle hoping against all hope it would open. It did. Luck, he thought. But then as he started to look around, he began to understand why he felt there was something off about this door. He seemed to have entered into a library in a castle. And everyone was wearing matching cloaks with one of the animals from the crest on the door. The girl who he heard speaking about this book he saw had the lion on her cloak, as did the two boys who sat with her. One of the boys had flame red hair like his. They all stopped talking to stare at him when they noticed him. The boy with red hair had brown eyes. Even so, was he Edema Ruh? He knew how out of place he must have looked in his tunic and shaed. The room was lit with candles. He couldn't believe it. Candles! In a library! There were no sympathy lamps anywhere.

"Bloody hell." Said Ron, noticing Kvothe. Harry and Hermione broke from their argument, also noticing him.

"Who are you?" said Hermione.

"I'm Kvothe, son of Arliden. And you are?" he said bowing.

"Hermione Granger. Where did you come from?"

"The University, of course. Where am I?"

"What? What University?" said Hermione, not even bothering to answer his question.

"Across the river from Imre?" said Kvothe, hoping for some recognition.

"There's no such thing." Hermione said.

"Where am I?" Kvothe said again, his curiosity mounting.

"Hogwarts, of course." Said Hermione.

"Hogwarts? What is that?"

"School of witchcraft and wizardry, mate." Said Ron as if everyone should know.