Caius planned on carefully entering the Dream World, until his foolish brother foolishly pushed Caius' mind completely into the Dream World, taking a handful of people from the real world. Caius opened his eyes to find himself in the Slytherin dorm room in a bunk completely unfamiliar. Caius rolled his eyes. Recreating Hogwarts was fun, but being in it was awful. The teachers were condescending and everyone commented on how he was too young to be taking fourth year classes. Caius groaned, annoyed. He didn't choose his schedule. But there was one thing that Caius noticed right away. Many of teachers were at least similar to those in the Harry Potter book he recently picked up, but some were vastly different. Caius found no trace of Harry Potter and his friends. Caius had created a Hogwarts where he could fill in the gaps. Although it would be fun, Caius was lazy and upset. A horrible combination for the young boy.
While Caius was wondering who else had been sucked into the world, the teacher, who Caius thought looked rather like McGonagall snapped his name. "Mr. Weaver. Please turn to page 218. I trust that you're capable of such a simple task, or do I have to make Mr. Middleton do it for you." She snapped. Caius carefully raised his head from the desk.
"With all due respect ma'am. Shove it. I have a massive headache, and I wish not to be disturbed." Caius spat, lying his head back down on the desk. The students giggled and suddenly shut their mouths when they looked at their teacher. The teacher's lips formed a thin line as she shoved her anger down her throat.
"Mr. Weaver, please take your books and go to the Headmaster's office." The teacher said.
"I'd rather not ma'am. But thank you for your consideration."