"One night, Reg. Just one night. That's all I ask for. How bad can one night be?" *** Life was a strange thing. That was what seventeen-year-old witch Odette came to decide after waking up in a stranger's home with no recollection of who and where she was. Naturally, she was afraid out of her wits. However when the opportunity to go to Hogwarts arose, she took it. She had no idea what Hogwarts was aside from that it was a school for people like her, but she knew she could use that chance to find out who she was and where she came from. Her interest, however, would soon be piqued by a Slytherin boy. Despite her new friends advising her to stay away, Odette can't help herself. She doesn't see an enemy, but a conflicted boy and she is determined to help him, even if it meant getting burned in the process. |Book One of Prisca Magicae|

George Weasley has a secret world of his own. Well - it wasn't his, but it might as well have been. It was happening inside his head afterall and last time he checked he didn't share his mind with anyone else, therefore it was somewhat his world. He didn't know much about it. He didn't know why or when he started dreaming of such a land, but to be frank he liked it. Until those dreams came to abrupt stop and George didn't know what to do. He had never realized how lonely sleep was. It was just a dark abyss for hours on end. He suddenly wasn't that interested in falling asleep. He tried to forget about The Kingdom of MAV. However, one day as he strolled the Hogwarts corridors, he heard someone mention it. It was barely above a whisper, but he heard it. He had so many questions and he could finally get to the bottom of his dreams, but he had one little problem that he had to deal with to get his answers. The little annoying slytherin that wouldn't tell him anything. | Book Two of Prisca Magicae |