Disclaimer: The dream is mine (although the Niffler was actually a wombat), but JK is the owner of Harry Potter and all its related stuff.

Note – for some reason this keeps ending up in italics… I have no idea why. Sorry about that, it's the site, not me, I swears.

Nocturnal Excursions

Parvati was seated at the far end of Gryffindor table, casually eating her breakfast as Lavender chattered about such things as make-up and clothes, occasionally adding in her two sickles if she felt the conversation needed it - Lavender was very good at talking, regardless of the give-take ratio. For example, if a person was quiet, she'd fill the space, and if they were also talkative she'd banter with them animatedly, and enjoy it just as much.

The blonde Gryffindor and Patil twin were known to be gossipers, but, really, they just loved to talk and discuss the things which interested them; like boys, fashion and other people's lives.

"Oh my god!" Lavender exclaimed loudly all of a sudden, banging her hands down on the table, probably a bit more enthusiastically than she'd intended because the movement caused a cluster of second years to turn their way with clearly startled expressions. The older girls ignored this determinedly.

"I just remembered my dream." She concluded excitedly.

Parvati raised an eyebrow and smiled, recalling similar outbursts from her friend. The girl's subconscious was a riot. In all honesty, Parvati thought, it was like Lavender's mind was permanently on drugs, just without the expense and damaging consequences.

"Do tell." Parvati urged, wondering what crazy exploits would be remembered this time as Lavender's enthusiasm grew to encompass her as well.

"Okay, well, I was walking along –by myself – inside this huge Quidditch stadium," the pretty blonde began, supplementing the dream with an assortment of gestures. "And, in the centre, there was a massive body of water that Grindylows in it – I don't know how I knew that, but I did, so don't ask questions!"

Parvati raised her hands in mock defence, and they giggled.

"Anyway, I avoided the water because of the Grindylows, and then all the Slytherins arrived – like, Adrian Pucey, Marcus Flint, Draco Malfoy and his dad, actually..."

Parvati snorted into her pumpkin juice.

"What? Lucius Malfoy was in your dream?" She whispered in a shocked, but highly entertained, voice. Lavender snickered.

"I know - weird!"

They glanced at Draco, who didn't seem to notice as he ate his breakfast of toast and marmalade, and burst into a fit of laughter.

"He is kind of hot," Lavender defended her dream. "I mean, in an evil, 'I'm a rich bastard' kind of way..."

Parvati's shoulders shook with laughter, and she struggled with some deep breaths to try and restrain her laughter – people were starting to stare.

"Apparently, in my dream," Lavender continued, "it was a Gryffindor versus Slytherin match. From the vibe-slash-assumed-knowledge-of-the-dream, it was, like, a super grudge match, and – you'll find this weird – Hermione had to drag me and Ginny along to go watch." She explained to her friend's amusement.

"Haha, Hermione dragging you and Ginny? That's a laugh. Role reversal!" Parvati sang the last part, indicating that Lavender keep going with her tale.

"It was totally violent, and Angelina fell of her broom..." Lavender paused momentarily, trying to remember what happened next. "I think she did that vanishing thing where- Ooh. No, she fell through all these different realities! I remember now, because the world kept opening up. That was really bizarre."

"You can say that again." Parvati said, nodding in agreement at Lavender's adjective.

"Anywho, the match was cancelled, so Hermione took us all to the zoo because she lived in a tree somewhere over there." Lavender's recollection was so casual that it caused Parvati to snicker again, imagining Hermione sitting in a tree, being bossy to all the other lowly students. "We traipsed through some forest, and there was a Niffler-slash-elephant enclosure."

"Yeah, because they totally go together." Parvati interjected, causing Lavender to roll her eyes.

"It's a dream – what goes, goes, Parv." Lavender explained, poking her tongue out with finality. "So these dogs start attacking us, and I had to climb this massive tree."

Parvati smirked.

"And this old Niffler – who could, incidentally, speak English – started chatting to me because he recognised me from this dream I had aaaages ago that had a Niffler in it." She said (arms gesticulating wildly to highlight her confusion at the direction her dream had taken).

"I was, like, huh? My dreams cross-reference each other." She stated with gusto, bringing more attention to their section of the table. "But that's beside the point; this next bit's my favourite part.

"Ginny, Hermione and I were being stalked by enemy spies!" Parvati raised her eyebrows at the developing strangeness of Lavender's mind. "Yeah, I don't know when we became spies, but apparently my head decided it'd be a good thing to do." She shrugged, unworried.

"I sacrificed myself to the cause of delaying the enemy, and went to face this one bad guy. Did I mention we were flying?" Lavender added, just as Seamus and Dean wandered in with tousled hair, only half awake.

"Who was flying?" Seamus asked through a yawn, plonking himself opposite the two girls, both of whom laughed uproariously at his interruption before Parvati deigned to answer.

"Lavender, of course." She stated, still giggling at their raised eyebrows. "Keep going, Lav."

"So, I, erm, distracted him for a while," Parvati sniggered, noticing the faint pink tinge on Lavender's cheek, "and then we decided to make our own spy team."

"Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?" The Indian girl teased, making the other shriek a scandalised 'hey!' much to the confusion of the boys, who's heads were yet to function properly.

"Anyway," Lavender mock glared at her best friend, "He broke into a muggle car, but we got caught stealing it by the owner and they called the auror-people – what are they called? Please-men?" She directed the last part to the boys, who were both half muggle.

"Policemen." Dean corrected with a smile. "But close."

"Thanks. I knew it was something like that." Lavender admitted. "So the policemen chased us, but the woman changed her mind and joined our spy team and totally distracted them."

Dean's brow was furrowed.

"Erm...I'm hoping that this is a dream, yeah?" He checked. The simple question set the girls off once again, but their staggered nods, hindered by laughter that shook their bodies, told that, yes, Lavender was recalling a dream, and that, no, she wasn't a part-time thief with exceptional magical abilities that enabled her to fly.

"So with this muggle woman' blessing-"

"And her car." Seamus added.

"And her car," Lavender agreed. "We rode off, into the sunset, to a great hotel whose interior was almost entirely white."

Parvati scrutinised her friend, who was currently downing a glassful of pumpkin juice after her lengthy dream recollection.

"You have the weirdest dreams." She said finally, to the agreement of Seamus and Dean, both of whom were looking at Lavender with curious and slightly worried expressions.

"What?" Lavender exclaimed when she registered that her friends were all staring at her. "Just because I have superior nocturnal excursions compared to you lot!"

Snickering broke out amongst the four Gryffindors.

Read and Review, please. A bit unusual, as many of my dreams are... and many of my fics seem to be turning out... hmm. Anyway, moving on.