(Marauders Era; she’s only 40)

It was a normal day. Very normal.

Until you’d seen a very familiar tabby cat with spectacle markings enter your common room. Of course, it followed you up the stairs, ever so gracefully walking up the tower to your dorm, the beds all lined up as you sat down on one, pulling out a book and leaning against the pillow as you started flipping though the beige pages of the well thumbed book you’d picked up somewhere, the trinkets you’d seen around Hogwarts flying and floating over your head like ornaments for Christmas. The paintings and drawings in the book were beautiful; castles in Ireland, fields in the Highlands, hills and mountains rolling like waves as the grass engulfed all the dirt and dust, rock and rubble, flowers sprouted all over the ground. If only you could get sucked into the book..

Until the tabby cat started playing with the trinkets.