It was quite an uneventful day in Hogwarts—the Slytherin common room provided him little to no entertainment, the idle chit chat failing to keep his interest for more than a few seconds. He found himself sitting idly in the deep corners of the library, staring at the pages of a book in hand. Intrigued he was not at the contents; it was bland to his eyes.

And then, he discovered something odd between the pages, what seemed to be a spell written in a piece of paper engraved with red ink. He flipped to the rest of the pages, attempting to find something else, a clue that this may be a ruse, a prank played on him as if someone knew of his boredom and left it there intentionally. Yet, he decided to do the unspeakable.

Maybe this will provide me with some entertainment.

Quite a foolish thing to say. And now here he was, sitting in the living room of some muggle in the muggle world due to his tomfoolery.

"... May I ask where exactly I am?" He inquired, his tone not veiling his irritation at being transported here, as he was seated on the couch, albeit unwillingly.