"Oh hey look she has the missing pineapple display!" The voice came from a girl sitting in a lounge chair beside a set of twins.

"Yeah!" Said one.

Then people began to cheer. Some guy with a thin grey tank top walked over and took it from her hands, "We've been looking everywhere for this!" He beamed his pearly whites at her before turning to lift it into the air. "It has come back to us!"

Another round of cheers as Alex noticed the amount of fake fruit and plants everywhere. It was odd, how on the surface it's inviting but up close something here made her feel uncomfortable. "What's your name?" The guy turned to look at her and clearly the people here were expecting a name so she gave them one.

"Harper Finkle." She smiled before walking away.

"That's an odd name." said the tank top guy as he became another blurry face in the crowd.

"Justin!" Alex cried as she got nearer to him.

"Alex! Hey!" He smiled when he saw her and her knees got weak. Bumping into the nearest person there she tumbled over and landed in a seat beside someone else she knew.

"Another Russo. You guys seem to be coming from everywhere." Her caramel skin and thick wavy hair complimenting her cocoa brown eyes.

"It's just me and Justin..."

"No... Your other brother and CeeCee decided to take the party upstairs to her room."

"Max is here?" Her eyes widened.

"Yeah... guy decided it was a good idea to wear a pair of trunks that were too big for him and the only person interested in the python between his thighs was her."

The two of them laughed as Alex looked back to see that Justin was no longer interested in the conversation he had been having with the Regina George clone. His eyes were locked on Alex. Her skin. Why was he staring at her? He should get up and go talk to his sister, he had so much he needed to tell her but... he's drunk. He doesn't want to sound stupid. She's so pretty. No! He can't think that way, that's his baby sister, he's supposed to protect her from the other guys. From the pigs, the starving wolves, the college boy pricks. What better way than to be the one who- 'No! She's my sister. End of story.' He looked back over at the girl he had been talking to and was taken over with a wave of disinterest.

"You know..." Said Rocky. "The game your playing right now is very dangerous. To toy with a man's spirit is to destroy the fabric of reality." She had this proud look on her face. The same one she had when she got her degree a year earlier than she was supposed to.

"What game?" Alex furrowed her brow.

"I can smell the intentions on your breath. You're completely sober. It's almost two AM and the way you rushed over here to see Justin... you're up to something. I saw something in that whole situation with the Pineapple display. You've reached a wall... what exactly are you going to say to knock it down."

"Have you been smoking weed?" The trouble maker was concerned. So many spot on guesses there must have been something about this former dance celebrity that mere muggles don't understand.

Ever since Lord Voldemort defeated Harry Potter in the battle of ultimate good versus evil it's always been difficult keep track of a certain breed of her kind. Those who are muggle born have developed a new masking method. A way to protect themselves from the tyranny of the ministry.

"I don't care who she is! She stole my parking spot. I want her vehicle towed." A high pitched whine of a diva with mad daddy issues.

"Maim... I'm a bartender." He had no intention of learning more about her problems.

"London!" One of the twins popped up.

"Cody?" She turned on her heel with a big grin on her face. "Zack?" The two of them crossed over to greet their old friend.

Alex recognized her. Alex knew her from somewhere. She knew all three of them from the S.S. Tipton, that trip was a very confusing mess of problems especially when dealing with a fame hungry pop star. That's not where she knew London Tipton from. She knew her from Hogwarts.

In 2001 she and her two brothers were required to visit school to enroll in their own father's classes to train for the battle of becoming the family wizard. Had Harry Potter not died with the reputation of becoming a villain Max would still have his powers. Oh the torture they put Justin through as the headmaster of Wiz Tech.

It was there, in what was known as the mess hall years ago, she spotted the girl in a line beside her among the many blurry faces of future wizards (If they won their tournaments). A man named Marion Mosbey holding her hand. An odd pair, everyone knew he wasn't her father.

"Hey!" Rocky snapped her fingers in front of Alex's face. "Loosen up, you're on vacation." Passing a glass of blood red poison in her friends direction.

Alex refused. "Surrounded by Pineapple displays and fire walls. This is just as much prison as it is to be in my own home. Welcome to twenty nineteen." In a confused state, unsure weather or not to be angry she sighed standing to her feet and turning to walk towards the gate behind them.

"Alex!" Her brother cried. "Wait..." He stumbled to his feet and tripped over himself trying to get to her. She picked him up off the ground pulling his towel from around his neck to dust it off before twisting it and lying it back where it was and smirking at him. "I don't want to do anything stupid tonight... I don't trust myself right now can you help me back to my room?"

Her eyes found Rocky's condescending glare and she sighed. "Come on..." She allowed him to slink one arm over her shoulder as she hobbled towards the door feeling his warm skin beneath her delicate fingertips.

"I heard you talking to Rocky..." He slurred as there feet met the sand of the beach.

Alex's eyes widened in fear as she kept her eyes on the skyline where the hotel they were staying in met the stars.

"Life really does feel like a prison."

A wave washed over both of them. The water met their ankles to mimic the feeling of shackles. How trapped they were in reality. This world is so strange...

"Existence is weird Justin." She told him.

"Very... like what the hell are feet." He sniffled. "Why do we have them? I know we need to walk but toes, and nails... none of it makes sense."

It didn't. Though she knew he wasn't just talking about feet he was right. Nothing in the world makes sense. Aren't we supposed to be plucking fruit off the branches of trees and discovering new land everyday? We live in houses behind walls, we live in characters behind clothes, we live in an artificial reality behind Pineapple displays. Why can't we run? Why can't we climb the wall? Why is there a wall? Why is it that in every book there is always a good and a bad guy but the bad guy is simply a person who wants control. Those novels never tell you about the bad things that happen in a good world. It looks like a utopia but behind those passwords are secrets, behind those holograms are hollow people, behind those movies are actors who live in two dimensions rather than three.

"Hey Justin?"

"Yeah Alex?"

"If I were to jump over the wall would you go with me?"

"I'd tear the whole damn thing down for you Alex."

He looked at her. She looked at him. For the first time, they saw the universe for what it was supposed to be.