Gwen was waking from her dream with a very hazy memory. Had she just been in Transfiguration with McGonagall breathing down her neck like some rabid animal?

She laughed. That's silly. It was just a dream. But there was an unsettled feeling about her that she was on the verge of stepping into another world altogether.

Pirandello thought that fictional characters could take on a life of their own, so maybe Rowling's books had that same power. Maybe Hogwarts really did exist in some other dimension and Gwen had stumbled into it in her dream.

She had lived through other such strange experiences, so it didn't really surprise her much that her line of thinking followed this particular route. She'd never had an ordinary life. She was part faerie.

She couldn't remember the first time she saw them, she was little and they were so terrifying. Faeries in stories seemed so much nicer than they were in real life. But from that day on she knew she was special. She had magical blood and no matter how mundane she appeared she was different. However, she was good at hiding herself from the real world.

But lately, strange things had been happening beyond her control. Like her dream. She'd lost that amazing cool about the extraordinary and was becoming a bit nervous. What if she fell into Hogwarts every time she fell asleep? What if she never woke up? But mostly she thought, is this somehow connected to my magic ability in the real world?

The rest of her day was a rather quiet one with no serious upsets or surprises, but she almost feared going back to bed. If she landed in Hogwarts again how would she be able to make everyone believe she belonged there?

She drank coffee after coffee to stay awake, but chasing the caffeine dragon wasn't going to protect her from sleep. Her body demanded to lay down and finally she had to obey it.

The moment her head hit the pillow she was out.