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M.G. sat up stick straight, panting. She blinked a few times and her breath started to slow down. She looked around the pitch black room and wiped her head with her hand. She bit her lip and pulled her knees to her chest. She had had the dream again. The one where she was running, but she never ran fast enough and she always tripped on a root. Right before she woke up, there would always be a big black figure standing over here. She would wake up right as it was bending down, something glimmering in its hand. M.G. rested her head in the nook in between her bent knees. Her cousin turned over on the bed next to her. M.G. sucked in her breath.
"M.G.? M.G. are you alright?" M.G. could see Melinda sit up in the bed next to her.
"Yeah. Yeah, Mel, I'm fine," She leaned back on the headboard of the bed. By the sound of it, her cousin did the same. There was a silence.
"You had the dream again, didn't you?" Mel always knew. Living in the same room all your life did that to people. M.G. sucked in her breath again.
"Yeah, Mel. I did. And-" M.G. chewedon her lip. "And I'm almost positive it was the Dark Lord this time." She turned her head toward her cousin. Her eyes were adjusting in the light and she could make out Melinda's messy bed head. Her cousin sat up straighter.
"You... You're sure about it, this time?" She could tell this made Mel nervous. M.G. sighed.
"I'm sure. Other times.. Other times I think the dark person was just a death eater. This time it was Him." M.G. slid back down into her covers and Mel followed suit.
"Maybe you should-" M.G. knew what she was about to say
"No. Mel, I can handle this okay?" She heard her cousin sigh.
"I'm just saying. It sounds an awful like..." M.G. shook her head, even though Mel could only hear the noise.
"No. I'm not going to. I told you, I can handle this..." M.G. turned over, her way of ending the conversation. She heard Melinda sigh and turn over too. M.G. closed her eyes, then opened them again. Maybe she couldn't handle this after all.