Author's Note: So, maybe I should use this time to tell you a little bit about Channing. I should first explain her personality. Well, she sleeps. A lot. When she is awake, she can hardly tell what she is doing and when she is wide awake(often in the midst of night) she recalls these events in to her friend, Faye, in rather shocking detail. This came as a shock to Faye for the first time because Channing seemed "in a daze, almost as if she was sleepwalking." Channing, when she is awake, is not often nice. She's rather blunt, and extremely causal. She has manners, but is often to sleepy to use them. And, I ask you again, please, please review! I really don't know if I should keep this story going, or cut it short. Alsooooo, I do not own Harry Potter, and I only own Channing. Faye is an original character my friend owns. I know this is short, and meh to you!
The new girl took Channing's place. "So, Channing was actually sleeping?" she asked, hopeful. "Doesn't she always sleep?" Peter asked, nervously. The girl smiled once toward him. "So you've worked with her before? That's good, good. . ." she took a pause to look out the window. "I'm trying to think of a. . ." she stopped, taking a deep breath. "No, not recently. She's suffering from a bout of insomnia due to, er, nightmares. Yeah, just nightmares. Hopefully."
"Hopefully?" Sirius asked, frowing.
"Uhm, I just. Look, James. And hell, the rest of you, too. I'm sorry for her actions. She -she. Blames herself for it, but, if you notice her making a rather noticable gap between you, don't be alarmed. She's just. Doing it for the greater good, at any cost."
Just at that moment, Channing stepped back into the compartment. "Ah, there you are, Ning, you look nice." Channing nodded toward her, but her eyes stayed locked on Black. She did look nice. Actually, different was a better word to describe her. Now, her once messy hair had a slight wave to it. It looked nice. Her glasses, rather big and square-rimmed, did look slightly smaller. She wore the Ravenclaw uniform now, different from her traveling clothes. Her wand was clutched in her hands, but the handle was facing towards the Marauders. She flipped it once, twice, three times and then held it steady. "That's a bad habit, you could drop your wand like that!" Faye scolded, but smiling all the same. Channing mumbled something like 'yes, master' sat looked at Faye. "Can we. . .?" Channing motioned towards the door. "Oh, right. Kiste'll be jealous when she learns that you met Black over there."
"Yeah, probably, considering how much I didn't want to, she'll have a fit." Channing spoke, and Faye chuckled, shaking her head. "Accio Dream Journal," the brown-grey haired girl whispered and a leatherbound book flew down from the trunk. "Let's go."
After the door closed behind them, James spoke up first. "Did Haskings say Dream Journal?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Remus asked smoothly, as if it was as easy as mastering a simple charm. "No, mind telling us, Moony?" Sirius asked.
"She- Channing- is a Seer." Remus spoke, a bit hesistantly. He certainly wouldn't like people finding out his secret, and he wondering if Channing felt that way too.
"But then why-" Peter started.
"If she's a seer, then why does she sleep so much?"
"She sees, but only in her sleep. A sleep-seer."
"Oh." James spoke, but then his mind turned to Faye's warning. "But then. Faye."
"Yeah, then her nightmares are. . ."
"Awful visions; that's what her nightmares are." Peter said, explaining it more to himself than the compartment. They all were quiet for a minute before a game of Exploding Snap began, courtesy of James.
