chimerical \ky-MER-ih-kuhl; -MIR-; kih-\, adjective: 1. Merely imaginary; produced by or as if by a wildly fanciful imagination; fantastic; improbable or unrealistic. 2. Given to or indulging in unrealistic fantasies or fantastic schemes.

"What is that?" Morag inquired curiously as she jammed her delicate fingers through her dark, red-tinged hair. "It looks completely bizarre."
The true-to-form redhead jumped and looked up, causing the imaginary…something…to disappear. Susan blushed deeply and looked away, a nervous giggle escaping from her lips. "It was my old stuffie, from my childhood."
"It certainly looks like a mutant type of critter," the taller girl pointed out as she threw herself down onto the bench of the dining room. "What was it?"
"At one point it was an elephant," Susan explained meekly. "My aunt gave it to me when I was really young. She said she thought it was 'reasonably cute' but looking back on it, I think it was one of her ways of telling me to keep my mind open and receptive."
Morag nodded, enjoying the moment of contemplative conversation. She had been learning more and more that Hufflepuffs—or at least Susan—were not just a bundle of down-to-earth bones, but could actually use the head on her shoulders for something other than memorizing herbology facts. Even that was a rather impressive feat, however… It was one the Ravenclaw girl never could get down.
"Bring it up again?"
Susan looked remotely surprised for all of a few seconds before smiling in a way that Morag thought appeared suspiciously like a knowing smile. The Hufflepuff swished and flicked her wand, mumbling a four-syllable spell. A dancing purple elephant that was pretty badly mutilated—a missing eye, rugged snout, and ripped thighs—came into existence above the tape. Morag laughed out loud as it began to tap dance.
"Where did you learn to do something like that?" she asked through her laughs. It certainly wasn't something taught at Hogwarts, save for maybe during the holiday times when the teachers took up a few glasses of wine to loosen up and enjoy the season. It had been during one of those times that Professor Flitwick had taught her to charm her textbooks into singing holiday songs upon being opened. The Ravenclaw had then gone on to charm Professor McGonagall's book to do just that, and the woman had been much more amused than Morag had expected.
Her attention was brought back to Susan when she spoke.
"Erm…Professor Sprout taught me to do it when I was having a very…blue…day and accidentally flooded greenhouse two." Her cheeks were redder still.
"So I'm not the only one to create complete catastrophes in the greenhouses sometimes?" Morag remarked dryly.
A spark flew to Susan's eyes as an uncharacteristic shrewd smirk overtook her pink lips. "Yes, but yours isn't 'sometimes'. 'Sometimes' is only surprising when you're not a complete disaster in herbology."
The Ravenclaw laughed and nodded, watching the dancing elephant with amused eyes. It was almost as chimerical as her desires to be with Susan on anything more than a friendship level.
Susan was, after all, a Hufflepuff. And every Ravenclaw knew about
Hufflepuffs.