Hermoine was the first to recover. "The doctor," she muttered to herself. She sat quite still for some time, then stood up and ran up the staircase to the girls dormitory. Ron gazed after her for a minute, then turned to Harry, who was still examining the blue box. Harry looked up; "Ron, close your mouth, or you'll swallow a cornish pixie." Ron realized that his mouth had been hanging open for quite some time and promptly closed it. "Harry?" Harry was running his fingers along the side of the box, "hmm?" "Harry, he just… appeared." Ron was still having trouble processing it. "Yes he did Ron" Harry responded distractedly. "But Harry, that's impossible." "Nothings impossible." Hermoine had returned, struggling under a pile of school books. "And I think we'll be able to work out what happened, we just need to look in these books. Dumbledore said he wasn't human, right? But he looks human. So he must be alien!" She threw a book at Ron, grabbed one for herself and sat down on the couch. "I've brought all my astrology books. We found Nicolas Flamel, we can find him! Come on Harry, you need to help too." Harry wasn't paying attention. He was now searching the lock of the box, as though it would give him the answers. He bent down and pulled his wand out of his pocket, holding it level with the lock. With very careful, precise words, he uttered the incantion: "Alohomora." With a click, the door creaked open. Hermoine and Ron looked over. Harry nodded at them, "Right, I'm going in." "Harry you can't do that-" Harry had already stepped into the box. He disappeared from view for a minute or two, then his head popped back out. "Guys, you'll never guess! It's bigger on the inside! Come get a look at it!" Hermoine looked disgruntled: "Harry, no, you can't go poking around in an alien's belongings; it's wrong and frankly quite rude-" Ron, on the other hand, had jumped off the couch and ran into the box; "Harry, I think I found a swimming pool!" Harry's head once again disappeared from view. "Harry!" Hermoine called. "Ron! Ugh!" After a moment of internal conflict, where she seemed to be trying to decide whether to enter the box or run to Dumbledore's office, she stood up. "Stupid boys." Hermoine strode into the box; "Harry, Ron?" She stopped. The sight before her eyes was unlike anything she'd ever seen before.