Written For - Divination Assignment 5 (Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments))

Prompts - (Restriction) 1st person, (color) blue

Word count - 578

Notes - This was written in an hour and I'm very sick so it's probably got a bunch of errors. However, I'm too tired to proofread this nonsense so good luck. Anyway, enjoy!

I glanced around the next bend in the corridor, not seeing anyone ahead of us. I looked back at the other three, Lee looking up and nodding. The coast was clear. The four of us inched further to the kitchens, hoping nobody would pop up out of nowhere. Of course, that meant someone had to.

"Oh, bloody hell-guys, nearest classroom, Snape's coming." The four of us scrambled to the nearest door, tripping over each other in the process, shutting it behind us as fast and as quietly as we could. I glanced around the room, surprised. I hadn't been in here before, which apparently didn't seem as interesting to the other three. George was still staring through a crack in the door, Lee and Fred standing beside him talking quietly. I walked further into the room.

It wasn't that different from any other normal classroom, except for the mirror in the back corner which had escaped my notice the first glance over. I walked closer, and took a step back once I saw what was reflected in the glass.

"Guys, look at this" I whisper-yelled to them. Lee was the first to come over, followed closely by the twins. Lee glanced in, then looked at me in confusion.

"What's the big deal, Ange? It's just a mirror," he said. I looked back into the surface, seeing myself staring back at me, but holding the Quidditch Cup and in blue Quidditch robes.

"I don't think so, Lee. I'm pretty sure we aren't having Christmas at the Burrow," George said. Fred shook his head.

"You all have to be joking. I see us running a joke shop!" I stepped back in front of the mirror, but I still saw the same scene in front of me. I noticed the team cheering behind me this time. Lee was cheering into the microphone, and I could almost hear his shouts even though I knew he was right beside me.

"Hey guys, look at that!" Lee whispered, pointing at the lettering above the mirror. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. I wonder what that means." I glanced around again, earning nothing for my efforts but the sight off faint footsteps in the dusty floor that weren't ours. I pointed them out.

"How much you wanna bet that those are Harry's," George said. Fred snickered.

"I wouldn't go with that one, mate, those are definitely Harry's, the little bugger," Fred said. Lee laughed, and I cracked a smile.

"You guys are so weird," I whispered fondly. Fred winked, throwing up finger guns.

"You know us too well," said George. I grinned.

"This may be the first, and probably the last, time I will ever agree with you, Georgie," I said. He winked.

"You love us really," said George. I snorted.

"In some alternate world, maybe. Don't get your hopes too high," I said. Lee laughed.

"Why does it always come to this?" George shrugged, then went back to the door, apparently done with our conversation. He glanced out, apparently not finding anyone.

"We can go now, if you don't want to be kept back by that thing. It's creeping me out." he said. The other two followed him, but I took a second lingering, staring at the scene facing me.

I wanted that life. There wasn't anything that could stand in the want of getting me to that life.

I jogged back to the door, quickly forgetting what had just happened.