#20 Jeweled Door?

The very nature of the many locked doors within the Spiral Staircase was they look looked exactly the same. Lindsey could no sooner spot a difference in doors or locks than she could bricks in an endless wall. The key in her pocket didn't react in any way either, as if it was the most mundane of objects.

She'd have to get her answers out the old-fashioned way -- pick a door and try.

The key was too hot to hold, glowing bright until it vanished before Lindsey's eyes. The recent door (whcih was in no way special or different compared to the rest) swung open, revealing a small room with a beautiful view of the lake. Inside was a lone podium, with a thick book rested open atop it -- along with an inkwell and fancy quill.

Several names were written upon the book's ancient pages, but the older they were the fewer Lindsey recognised... but at least one of the most recent names caught her eye:

As soon as she returned the quill, her name glowed on the page. Lindsey was dizzy, and a vision appeared in her mind just as it had in the room of mirrors. This time, however, it almost felt like a memory lost in the fog of time. But whose memory? She'd never seen it before. 

She saw a scared house-elf. There was no explanation, but she knew the elf's name was Mitsy. She needed help, somewhere in the castle. Nothing in the vision gave clues to Mitsy's location -- just a fearful, anxious house-elf all alone. 

Then the vision was over. Lindsey's name remained on the book's page. There was nothing else remarkable about the room or its contents. For a brief moment, a fiery-coloured bird flew over the lake's surface -- more beautiful and magical than any bird she'd seen before. 

Lindsey had an overwhelming sense that Mitsy was the answer to more than just one question.