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Hogwarts

It took several long months to get Nicole from crying, but it didn't take even one day for her to master even the mostadvanced types of magic. The one person who could barely compete with her was Hermione, which was a little jealous that all the boys seem to be more attracted to Nicole than her. The air was filled with the Christmas joy as the school decorated every inch of the castle. Almost every hallway had mistletoes or two hanging, but Nicole was thankful that Harry had shown her some of the secret passages she used to get around the (a little too much) hopeful boys that awaited her to walk down the halls. Nicole just sighed and thought it was just there hormones.

She walked through one of the secret passages on the Seventh Floor to get to her Ancient Runes class, which she dreaded, and happened to stumble upon a what seemed to be a mirror. It was silver plated and indeed polished into perfection. It almost seemed new, as if someone might have dropped it by accident. As she picked it up and held it toward a dusty window, she managed so see the letter "R" in engraved on the handle. On the back was a beautiful carved bird the resmebled a cross between a eagle and a hawk. She automatically placed it in her bad full of editions of every wizardry book she could get her hands on. She would inspect the mirror later, as for now, she was to have an exam on translating ancient forms of writing.

Paloma on the other hand was having a total blast making out with a couple of the students. She did not know that the boys were willingly kissing her or was it the magic of the enchanted mistetoes, either way she was in a win-win sitiuation. A kiss here, a kiss there, she moved through the halls in search for some guys to share affection (and germs), although she was suppose to be in the dungeon. All day, she was sure that Ron wanted to kiss her, but didn't want everyone to know. She didn't care, she also had a crush on him, and hoped that he would ask her to go to the dance with her. She had already rejected four-hundred and thirty-seven boys from all ages and religon. She continued in a leisurely pace down the all most empty hall and searched for a quiker root to go down to the dungeon.

Eiri Yuki was no where to seen, after the first few months, he dissappered without a trace. Some of the students made up rumors that Eiri had lost his mind and went in search for a single cigarette. However, all lies and tales have to form from a truth, and the proof was that Eiri had indeed indulged in searching for a cancer stick. Although, had not lost his mind or dissappeared, but lost his virginity with a number of "civilian(s)" (don't ask how many). He wandered through the school, looking at various things and enjoyed not having Shuichi around to pesture him. Professor O'Niell suggested (more like forced if you ask me) that he continued writing some love novels that include her as the main character. Eiri almost gagged at the thought of a old, wrinkly main charater who would probally die at any minute with a cold and evil heart. He almost flipped head over heels as he found a computer in one of the Muggle Studies classrooms but was disappointed when the computer failed to turn on and that there were no outlets to plug it in, so he trotted through the halls cursing and yelling at any unlucky student he passed.

Donald Duck was the most unfortunate of all four. He had recently turned into a real duck for the rest of his life when he argued with Professor O'Neil that making students write long and boring essays (that were 83713808478023784783748172384701837 pages long and I mean back and front) was a bad way to teach them how to write, and was accidently made into duck soup when Kreature attacked him. One of the students complained during dinner one night that his he broke his tooth after biting on a pendant that belonged to Donald. No one really wanted him to die, and that was because Professor O'niell was to be his replacement in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Guess what the students had to do during her classes? They had to (in Harry's disgust) write essays about how pretty she was and how nice she was to the young wizards and witches.

After a long day of classes, everyone was to tired and in pain from the writer's cramp, that no one bothered to talk. All the students were to go to bed at seven, thankes to Professor Grouch, and were punished severely if caught after hours without a teacher's permission. Nicole, being her brave self, had sneaked out of her bed and slowly walked down the stairs that connected to the common room of the Slytherin Dungeon and avoided making any sound. She clutched the mirror in her right hand and opened a secret passage that linked the common room with the private girl's bathroom that not a single living soul knew about (I said 'living' soul, so ghosts don't count). She walked up slowly and whispered a spell that made some sort of barrier in the bathroom that would keep out any intruders, live or dead, and kept in and sounds that might be produced.

She underess herself and turned the water on. Assortment of colours burst through the pipes and made a dazzling display that made bubbles in the huge pool. She got in slowly and relaxed every muscle in her body as the warm water jets relieved her of and discomfort. Then she began to search for the mirror that she placed near the pool and found that the mirror did not clog up with steam, but instead almost immited coldness from the polished surface. She stared at it, and it seemed to stare at her. She wondered why she was so hypnotised by it, almost lost her concious as the warm water made her drowsy. She, in turn, accidently slipped the mirror into the depths of the pool and had to use a spell to retrieve it. She did not need to use her wand or words, she had mastered the ability to use spells mentally and with little effort she had drawn the mirror into her hands.

It was not covered with water but with a tiny layer of ice covered the mirror. Nicole watched in amazement as the words, "Hello. My name is Tom Riddle." appeared like as if someone drew them on to the mirror with fingers. She awed in amazement as it began to form ice as though indicateing that you can write as many times as you pleased and Nicole made a mental vow never to speak of this to anyone.

She wrote back onto the mirror, "Hi. My name is Nicole."

It simply replied by writing, "Want to see something exciting?"

"Sure"

"Ok." At those writen words, a marvelous engulfed Nicole and her cloths and she vanished into thin air, as of she never existed. Darkness like she never felt before surrounded her. She could not breathe, nor move. She started panicing but she could not of cried. No sound or light could be heard or seen. All of her senses were clouded as a shadow would on the ground. Her mind began to race and she felt like she was going to regergitate. She tried despertly to swallow some air, but she felt that she was in a dark empty vacuum. At the moment that she felt that she was going to die, the magic that had brought her where she was now, released her of it's grasp. Her eyes were closed so tight, and she was gasping for breathe. As she regained back her strength to life up her body off of what seemed to be a cold yet smooth floor and opened her eyes to see this shadowed figure standing in front of her.

"You'll get use to it."

"Shut-up."

Was that long enough guys? And gals?