The sky in London is a cloudy gray with splotches of pink. Almost like you let a 2 year old run around with gray and pink paintbrushes, and then told her to go crazy with it. Emerald Peyton looked up from the book she was reading. She realized that she almost got absorbed into the book that she was reading-Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, for the upteenth time. You see, Emerald was  transporter. She would literally go into the world of the book that she was reading, and could live the life of a character in the book. Of course the outside time froze anyway.

She moved on to read again. She read:

"Harry, you mustn't go wandering off in the corridors at night again. You could lose us points and then we would lose to Slytherin." Hermione reprimanded him.    

"Oh shut it Hermione, you took the rap for us last time we were in the corridors, how come you can't do it now?" Ron said, or rather asked. By the time they were done arguing, they both noticed that Harry was gone, probably off looking for something, and in his place, stood a 12 year old girl, with brilliantly green eyes like emeralds.

"Hi, my name is Emerald." she said, apparently without a hint of a british accent.  "Hi" Ron said. "My name is Ron Weasly. and This is Hermione Granger."  "Hello." Hermione said. "Harry is off somewhere, wandering in the corridors, just looking for trouble."