The dreams started to occur during my fourth year at Hogwarts...
At first, i thought that they were the effects of some fumes that had by complete accident of course been wafted by myself in a vain attempt to spare myself the snide looks of professor Snape. In truth, the dreams were not that special. They predicted small things at first, what would be served for dinner at the great hall, quidditch scores, the colour of a particular potion we would study, and lastly plants that professor Sprout would have us huddle around later in the evening.
Late at night, I would writhe in bed still awake, overcome with the ecstasy of having another dream, one that had the power to see into the cloudy future.
At the beginning of second term, when the dreams started, I went to visit professor Trelawney after class one day. Making my way to her office, I sidestepped a wide variety of feathers that had been scattered about the room during our opening lecture on ornithomancy. Eventually, I made my way to the back of the class, and pushed aside the many layers of veils that blocked her office doors. The door had no handles, only a rather fanciful rococo (or whatever passed for a wizarding equivalent) door knocker in the shape of an eye. My hair, usually brown, shaded to a whiteish blond as I grew more, and more nervous. Taking the handle in my fist I raised it a knocked three times.
"Enter, o dear student".
