You are an ordinary, almost unremarkable wizard who, like many wizards, received a letter from Hogwarts.

You are already in your fifth year, and your life was half a fairy tale... and the other...

You are now sitting on your knees, and she is sitting in front of you. Natalie, from Slytherin.

Red-haired rebel, with one bright strand on her forehead. Dressed in normal school clothes, some in green. But her feet, like yours, are bare.

Natalie: “Did you bring it?” She asked a question, in a very, surprisingly, friendly tone, as if you were now not her near-slave, but a friend, with a common secret.

You nodded and took out a board from under a hidden pocket, enchanted for capacity. An ordinary board made of dark wood. What makes her special is that she comes from a prank shop. And you put it in Natalie’s hands, and she put it on the floor and lay there, hanging over her.

Afterwards, Natalie made a couple of knocks with her magic wand, whispering something under her breath at the same time. And ankle-deep feet came out of the board... your feet...