Annabeth had spent the last hours outside the DADA classroom, observing the students that were coming out from there. Some of them looked scared by leaving the room, others were laughing and there was an interesting group that seemed relieved by something she couldn't realize. What would be there?

She asked to another first year who was leaving scared and, before run out through the dirty corridor, he told her that it was a boggart. She smirked. A boggart! She was not a little girl anymore, so a boggart couldn't scare her. Or it does? She had already read about boggarts, and she knew it should have the appearence of what could scare the person. But she didn't fear anything, so perhaps her boggart couldn't assume any form. This thought relieved her.

The girl took from inside her rucksack the DADA book. It was her homework, so it was supposed that she would need interact with the boggart somehow. A spell... A spell to repel boggart. She flipped through the pages and found: "Riddikkulus spell!", after reading attentively the book, she felt confident, stood up and opened the door carefully. Her friend hero Jory was there, he was casting the riddikulus spell against a man who became a golden retriever. He laugh and left the room with a good expression in his face. "Hi", she said, but he seemed to be lost in daydreams and no replied. "I don't mind", she said to herself, then she look over the room.

The room was dirty and on the floor there was a trail of footprints because of the dust. It led her toward the only thing that was in the room (beyond the books): a large trunk unlocked. She had noticed the golden retriever had went inside it, so it should be where it was the boggart.

Annabeth threw her rucksack aside and grabbed her wand. She could feel her heart hammering against her chest loudly while she approached the trunk.
What did she fear more in the whole world? she asked herself a moment before opening the trunk. She opened carefully the top of the trunk and reached down to peer through the crack. Maybe I could see how a boggart was when it hadn't noticed the presence of someone. But it was too late.

Suddenly something came from the trunk. Scared, Annabeth fell down on the floor and stood staring at the girl who had appeared. She froze: it was too familiar. It was as if she was looking at a mirror, although the boggart was wearing muggle clothes and had a hollow look, as if there was nothing inside its mind, any thought nor a soul. She gulped. It was too hard pointing a wand toward what seemed to be herself, but she knew she must do it. Her hand shook and the boggart was coming to her. She screamed, then it reminded somehow her Potions homework, probably because she had saw Jory when she entered the classroom, then she figured out what to do:

"Riddikulus!"

That Hollow-Annabeth became a smashed horned slug which was dancing into a boiling cauldron. She laughed at it. The Puffer took the cauldron with her free hand. It wasn't heavy, nor hot. It was no physical and became smaller, then she threw it into the trunk, took her rucksack and left the classroom, thinking about her experience, grinning and shaking her head from side to side.