It was cold. That much he could clearly remember from the night that had passed. Oliver Wood sat in his desk during one of his multiple classes, his mind straining to remember the activities that progressed in his dreams last night. Usually, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain would shrug off a dream, thinking it was just something to entertain his imagination while he slept. But, not this dream. No, this dream was something beyond entertainment. The blurred memories of the dream filled him with a painful desire to know what exactly happened. Never in his life had he experienced something so real and so…intimate. He needed to know why this dream happened, how as well as where it happened, and the most important question of all: who was she?

"Mr. Wood…Mr. Wood!" the professor snapped, knocking me out of my thoughts.

I instantly sat up straighter, my eyes meeting the stern gaze of Professor Binns.

"Yes?" I inquired, attempting to look as if I'd been thinking about the lesson.

"It seems your attention is elsewhere, Mr. Wood…I suggest that you make adjustments to that before your house suffers due to your wandering mind" he said snarkily before continuing his lecture.

Git. I wondered when he was going to notice, well, one that he's dead and two, no one's paying attention in the first place. Of course, I had to be the idiot that chose to sit in the second row of the class, being in his range of sight at all times. With a heavy sigh, I stared down at my notes, noticing the small sketch of a broomstick I had mindlessly drawn one particularly miserable day. Finally, after what felt like ages, the welcoming sound of the clock tower chiming sounded. As students began to gather their things and leave, I lingered behind, slowly sliding my books and notes into my bag, being in no particular rush. Rush…

Again my thoughts linked back to my dream I had just the night before. Something about the thought of "rush" triggered an image in my brain. It was blurred, but from what I could picture, there was a feeling of being rushed, no, not being rushed…a rushing feeling; an exciting rushing feeling that gave a sense of something big was about to happen, something…important. The lack of clarity in the image that floated about in my thoughts was frustrating and in the midst of my hard concentration of an image that came from a dream, I felt something bump into me.

The sound of books hitting the stone floors drew me back to reality. I looked down at my feet to see two textbooks and a few piece of parchment lying on the hard ground. A figure, much shorter than me, bent down to collect them,

"Here, I've got it" I spoke in an attempt to be courteous.

I managed to pick up one of the textbooks while the unknown figure collected the rest. When the supplies had been removed from the floor, I was able to see the stranger's face. For a moment, it was like my heart had stopped beating and the world seemed to freeze in time. I felt a rush of realization hit me like cold water on a winter's morning. This girl, this unknown, girl seemed to be the answer to the biggest problem I faced at the moment.

"Sorry" she apologized, taking her book from my hand.

Her voice, it triggered something, something extremely important, since now the majority of the dream began to come back to me. Her voice sounded so familiar, familiar enough to make me feel like I've heard it in all tones and all volumes. I knew that voice, that familiar voice…

"It's…alright, lass" I nodded, still awestruck at the images and visions filling my mind.

She nodded curtly before taking a step forward in an attempt to continue to wherever her destination was. I stopped her, needing to know more about her. As I stuck my arm out to stop her, she looked up at me with a questioning gaze, the dark eyes engraving themselves into my mind like they had done the night before. This was her, the girl from my dream, the girl that seemed to be silently haunting my thoughts till I was about to break. She was real…

"I'm sorry, I just…" I stammered, unsure of how to introduce my sudden interest in her "I'm Oliver" I finally stated with a casual smile.

"Clara" she replied cautiously, still unsure of why I felt the need for introductions "Clara Garnier" she added with a pleasant smile.

"I'm sorry, but…have we met before?" I inquired, wanting to know if the dream had given me some type of connection to this unknown Ravenclaw.

I knew her house simply by glancing at the crest on the robes she wore.

She shrugged. "Perhaps…" she replied, a playful tone lingering under her response.

"It's just that" I started, unsure of where I was going with this "it's just that you seem familiar" in a fantasy dream that I had recently… I wanted to add.

She chuckled, a light and airy sound.

"Understandable" she nodded.

I didn't know what else to say. What else could I say? This attractive girl stood before me, my knowledge of her existence only known through a dream I had. Now that the memories of said dream were slowly starting to trickle back to me as the second character of the dream was realized, I began to see that perhaps now wasn't the right time to bring up my nightly thoughts, being that the memory of them could bring an embarrassed heat to my cheeks. Yes, now that I recall, the dream was something more of a fantasy, an enticingly wet fantasy. I realized that the rushing feeling was the signaling of my climax. And her voice…now I can hear it, her voice saying my name as I…well…that's where the blush comes in…

"I'm sorry, I've got to go" she spoke again, sidestepping me in another attempt to leave.

"Wait" I said quickly before she could take a second step.

She stopped and again looked up at me with those large dark orbs.

"Maybe I could…um, walk you to your next lesson?" I suggested, not entirely sure how that was going to help me.

She smiled again, a soft and gentle smile that made her eyes brighten up.

"Maybe tomorrow, Oliver" she smirked, her smile disappearing as that teasing smirk took its place.

"Um…alright" I nodded, not sure how to take the rejection.

She winked before moving forward, leaving me to gaze after her as she proceeded down the corridor. Yes, it was definitely the girl from my dream. The way my name left her lips was the exact same way she spoke in my dream. Now that I had a name and a clear face of my mystery girl, I felt I needed to know her. Who was Clara Garnier?