A sense of abandonment pervades the room. Dust has settles in all four corners, and the once bright directors chairs that sit in the center have faded to dull reminders of the events that used to take place here. A light casing swings from the tracking above, with not even a burnt out bulb to fill it. There are no tracks on the floor, indicating that no soul has returned for a final visit. Until now.

Light suddenly peeks through the crack under the door, and voices can be heard in hushed conversation as the knob rattles. A click, then creaking as the door swings open on rusty hinges, blinding light seeping into the room for the first time in years. Four adults step into the room, dressed casually. Their faces are grim, but smiles tug at the corners of their mouths as they peruse the room. Memories come back quickly, reminding them of carefree times and friendly banter. They spend quite some time in silence before anyone can bring themselves to speak.

Harry: It's been a while, hasn't it?

Ron: nods Four years, this Christmas.

Hermione: So much has happened. We've grown. The books are over. The movies are almost finished. The Authoress has left us.

Authoress: clears throat Um, no I haven't. I just I haven't been in touch in a really, really long time.

Draco: glares No shit.

Authoress: Still a snarky git I see. But not quite so little anymore … does a once over

Draco: Ah hell, four years and you STILL have to do that.

The Authoress gives him a "Well, duh" look.

Ron: Why are you here anyways? I thought you were done with this.

Authoress: I thought I was, too. Just hit a major writer's block and never got back to it. But thanks to the nudgings of several friends, and a burst of inspiration, I have come back to the world of Fan Fiction.

Harry: buries his head in his hands Why me?

Authoress: Because. I say so.

Hermione: Yup, same disembodied voice. Kinda missed it.

Draco: looks at Hermione incredulously

Authoress: So yes, I will be working to get the next chapter of Spellbound up within the next week. And hopefully, my chest of notes will lead to more fics posted in the near future.

The four look at each other, and sigh. But behind the exasperated expressions, a hint of laughter and mischievousness lingers.

Harry: Let's get to it then, shall we?