Who: Ginny Weasley and *gasp* Ginny Weasley! What: The meeting of worlds When: Ginny's 4th Year Where: Storage Room of Hogwarts
Ginny hadn't meant to get into trouble. Indeed, she had thought Daphne Greengrass could take a hit from cup thrown at her head. How was she supposed to know the pixy would make a big deal of it? Grumbling as she she continued to dust stakes of boxes, her punishment had been to clean this storeroom that hadn't seen a living soul for...well before she was born!
It was covered by dust and...she didn't want to know what else. Most of the boxes were rotting and had mice holes in them. She didn't dare try to move them, but she was trying to make the room look clean even if it wasn't really. She had a lot of practice at getting away with not cleaning, and her mother was a far harsher taskmistress then any Professor.
As she reached the back of the room, she found herself sneezing. It made a whole stack of boxes disintegrate and fall apart. With a shriek she jumped back out of the wall. Revealed on the other side was a door! A little exploration was much more interesting then cleaning, so she pushed the door open. It was dark on the other side of the door, so she drew her wand and casted a light spell Hermione had taught her. Light emanated from her wand, illuminating a passage of mirrored walls, ceiling, and floor like a fun house.
Finding it intriguing, she ventured inside, leaving ruined boxes in the doorway to keep the door open. Down the hallway she went, till she found herself in a room. It looked like a copy of a common room, except the walls, ceiling, and floor were all mirrors. There was a fireplace, couches and chairs, tables...she even saw a mirrored staircase leading up to what she imagined was a dormroom. Hearing footsteps, she kneeled down and hid behind a couch.