Baby Clothes. That's what Lily saw when she dreamed.
Little mittens, tiny-shirts, and those all in one baby suits with the teensy popper buttons. They were everywhere! It was her dorm, the red and gold room she shared with the other seventh year girls, but all over the floor were baby clothes. In her dream, she'd run to her wardrobe, and piles of baby clothes had smothered her as they tumbled out of her normally tidy clothes space.
It was very surreal; especially considering that everything else would have been normal, if it weren't swaddled in piles of miniscule garments.
She woke with a start, in her very normal dormitory. The ordinary room didn't hold a trace of any clothes, save Izzy's school uniform she'd chucked on the floor the night before. The clock read six thirty, am. It was also a Saturday.
Her head thumped on the pillow as she lay back and rubbed her eyes. The others wouldn't be up for hours, and normally she would wait and go down to breakfast with them at around nine. Today though, all she wanted to do was get out of this room and leave all thoughts of baby clothes far behind. She dressed hurriedly, slung a scarf round her shoulders and was almost out the door when she thought of taking her Divination book with her. That had stuff on dreams, she was sure. She could work on her inner eye before breakfast. Her stomach rumbled. Pfft. Inner eyes and toast worked together, right? Grabbing the book, she walked out of her dorm and quickly flicked to the section on dreams.
'B.. b.. b..' she muttered, eyes decidedly on the page, and not the stairs. A sucking noise snapped her out of her reverie.
Fabulous. Lily's leg was stuck in the trick staircase, and nobody was awake to get her out. It's going to be a long morning, she thought with a sigh. Ignoring her trapped calf for the moment, she glanced back down at the book.
'To see baby clothes in your dream suggests that you are expressing yourself in a more subtle way. Alternatively, baby clothes represent your former ways of thinking or old habits which you have outgrown.'
Lily was sure that her favourite part of Divination was the sense of certainty you got after every reading. Oh, wait. She grimaced, and tried to think what it meant as she waited for somebody to walk past.
She'd worn her hair down last week – wasn't that a subtle difference in self-expression? Eurgh. Early mornings led to insanity, obviously. Divination and dreams were a load of old crock.
She'd moved on to contemplating what former ways of thinking she could have outgrown by the time a shadow fell across her. She almost screamed her relief out loud.
'Need a hand?' the shadow offered, the fingers in question wiggling at her.
She smiled at the owner of the hand, before taking it and swinging her way out of the step.
'Thanks James.' She laughed, as she rotated her ankle and felt tingly, tickling needles shoot through her leg.
He laughed too, though more out of amusement than shared relief. 'Lily, what are you doing?'
'I fancied a spot of inner eye work before breakfast, but it's been sealed shut. Divination is waste of time, by the way.' Her words mingled with their footsteps and his chuckle as they made their way down the stairs.
Later, as she finished her toast opposite James, Lily finally dropped the subject of her dream. Baby clothes,shmaby clothes, she thought to herself.