It was a slow afternoon and Gwen was sitting quietly in her dorm room, leafing through Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for perhaps the eighth time. She was feeling kind of hazy, a little ominous premonition and Harry accompanied by a little Jimmy Eat World seemed to be the only thing to settle her stomach. It was only a matter of time before she was falling asleep and entering one of the stangest dreams she'd had so far in her adult life.

The room was dim and Gwen was seated in a student's desk, she craned her neck around to see other students sitting about her and busy working. Professor McGonagall was seated at her desk with a raised eyebrow staring at Gwen.

"Is there a problem Miss LeFey?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well then, out with it."

"Where am I?"

The other students giggled with delight. They hadn't had such entertaiment since last Potions class when Neville spilled some slimy substance that Crabbe and Goyle slipped on, making a huge bungling pile of idiocy on the floor with Snape screaming his head off.

"You are in Transfiguration, Miss LeFey and if there is any more impertinence you will serve a detention."

"Yes Professor." Gwen said gazing down at her notebook. She knew she was sleeping somewhere in her dorm room, lazily draped on her pillows. And yet, the dream seemed so real...