Caprice walked into the small, quaint book shop of "Flourish and Blotts" in complete awe. She was still taking in Diagon Alley as a whole. Caprice had never experienced magic first-hand before. Sure, she had heard about it, but never had seen it. Unless... Well, unless you count her spring flowers growing in winter, Caprice hadn't experienced any... real magic.

Her mother was the only one with her: the one who had been helping Caprice collect all of the supplies she needed for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been such an extraordinary experience for Caprice that she hadn't let her overwhelming shy behavior or claustrophobia get in the way. That is... until she noticed how the shelves of books slowly closing in on the center of the room - where Caprice was standing with wide eyes. People around her were milling about, oblivious to the panic attack that was currently washing over Caprice. Not even her own mother had noticed: for she was too busy searching for the books on Caprice's supply list for Hogwarts. (The two had split up to each find half of the required books on the list.) Now Caprice was alone. Alone in the tiny book store that was getting smaller... and smaller... _{and smaller...}

Tears formed in Caprice's eyes, despite her strong will to blink them away. Help me, please... Help me....

"Help..." Caprice muttered involuntarily, her knees buckling. The lights went out.