Carolyn's reaction was just as I expected-a blank stare, as she processed the information. I've always done the same.

"Another human? " she finally asked.

I nodded. "His name's Aragorn. Arwen introduced me to him. They seem very close" I said, winking.

"Let me guess, a complicated love story?" Carolyn asked.

"Of course. You didn't really think we could go somewhere without a complicated love story, did you?"

She laughed. "Really, what did we expect?"

I shrugged. "Anything but this."

She laughed softly. "There's something we can agree on. I don't know what to expect anymore."

We sat in silence for a bit, before I decided to change the subject.

"So, what's the story between you and Legolas?"

I honestly didn't know anyone could blush that hard.

"Well, we were having a lovely conversation, until you revealed that bit of knowledge...was I really talking about him in my sleep?"

I nodded. "Yep! You described him and started sleep-flirting."

I decided to stop there. You could probably see Carolyn blushing from space.

"Can we get back to the other human now?" She asked.

"Sure. Basically, he's like us, only he was raised here for a while, so I think he might be able to answer a few more of our questions. Speaking of which, any progress?" I was referring to her journal, which she wrote down anything and everything in. She never went anywhere without it, and we had cast a spell on it to have infinite pages. Knowing how much she wrote, she'd probably find a way to reach the end of infinity.

I'd also read some of the books, poems, and songs she'd written in there, but don't tell her I said that. She doesn't like anyone to really know about those. I don't know why, they're really good. But in a way, I'm not surprised, not after all that had happened at her muggle school...

Am I getting off topic again?

"I've written down about everything that's happened here." She replied, flipping through the journal. "I've got the elves, your dream, the bird, and a basic description-slash-map of the place, which I'm progressively adding to."

I looked through what she had written. Carolyn acted much older than 11, but I had no idea where that experience came from. But as I had discovered myself, a lot can happen when you live as an only child, with no friends, lost in your imagination for several years. Yet another way we were alike.

"Looks good" I said, handing the journal back. Carolyn returned it to its usual place in her bag, another thing she never left without.

Neither of us knew that we were being watched.