Okay. Remember how I hoped that I wouldn't have anymore dreams?
Well, apparently, nobody was listening since I had one.
I had woken up at around five because I had another one of those freaky dreams that feel so real. This one also mentioned the new wandmaker, but it wasn't as vivid as the first, so I couldn't make out all the words. I think it was because the wand-nine inches cherry and dragon heartstring- was a weak wand with a weak owner.
Please don't ask me how I knew, I just did, and I really don't want to talk about it. It kind of freaks me out.
Anyway, after I woke up, I snuck away to the prefects bathroom, which Quidditch captains had access too, and slipped into the giant tub. I breathed in the mingling scents of mint, cherry, and vanilla while the hundreds of multicolored bubbles surrounded me.
I quickly washed my hair and body and slipped into my uniform. I slipped my silky light brown hair into a ponytail and took a breath, feeling more like myself.
"The dreams mean nothing, Sophia," I told myself firmly, looking in the mirror. "They're just freak nightmares."
"You had another dream?"
I turned around so fast that I slipped on my robes. "Fudge," I cried, feeling my ankle twist. "What the hell?"
"Sorry," Al said sheepishly, helping me up. I cried in pain as I tried to put pressure on my ankle.
"What did you do that for?" I glared at Al, trying to ignore the pain in my ankle.
"I didn't mean to hurt you! But you told me that you would tell me if you had anymore dreams."
"Maybe I would have! I could've told you at breakfast!"
"You wouldn't have," Al said softly. "You talk to yourself in the mirror when you feel like you don't have anyone else to talk too." I suddenly realized that we were standing in the middle of a bathroom, and that Al probably wanted to bathe.
Naked.
Stop it, Sophia, I chided myself. Don't think like that.
"I have to go," I stammered. I tried to put pressure on my ankle, but nearly collapsed under the pain.
"Are you okay?" Al asked, hurrying to help me.
"Just great," I said through gritted teeth. "And before you say so, I am not going to the Hospital Wing. I'll be fine."
"No, you won't." He laughed as I tried to hobble out of the bathroom. "Just go. It'll take seconds for Madame Smith to fix your ankle."
He took my hand and made me wrap it around his waist. He was really close to me and I had to repress a shiver. "I guess I don't have a choice," I said as he walked me out.
"Yep. I have full advantage over you! I bet if I let you go, you would need to grab onto me to keep steady. Want to test the theory?" With that, he almost pushed me over the stairs and I had to grab onto him.
"You prat!" I exclaimed, smacking him as he cracked up. "You could've killed me!"
"Awe, don't be like that. It wouldn't have killed you! It might have just injured you more," he pointed out. "We were already heading to the Hospital Wing anyway!"
"Shut up," I grumbled, trying to put weight on my foot again.
"I really am sorry," Al said. I met his eyes before grabbing onto his waist again.
"Let's go," I said, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. "We need to get there before class."
We walked in silence for a few minutes before Al piped up, "You gonna tell me about the dream?"
"It wasn't as bad this time," I mumbled, surrendering to his puppy dog green eyes. "I didn't really 'see' anything this time though. But I heard about the new wandmaker again. Do you think it means anything?"
Al shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe you should ask Rose. She spent hours pouring over these Parisian prophesies. Maybe one of them could help you?"
"I would ask her," I complained. "But she's too busy moaning about Scor..." I trailed off, realizing that I probably shouldn't have said anything about her crush. "How much longer 'til we get to the Hospital Wing?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
He shot me a suspicious look, but answered saying, "Probably not long. I know that you can't wait to get to Divination though. You know, so Trelawney can interpret your dreams?" I laughed. I liked when we just talked, like the time before I got my crush.
"Yeah, right. Because I really want to know that I'm going to die tomorrow." We stopped in front of the Hospital Wing. "I'm good now," I told Al. "Save me some breakfast!"
"Yeah, no," he said, opening the door for me. "If I left you here alone, you wouldn't go in." I glared as he helped me hobble into the Hospital Wing. "Hello!" I called, looking for Madame Smith. "Is anyone here?"
"Yes dear?" the young nurse asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
"Um. I think I might have sprained my foot, but can we do this quickly? It's my first Divination class today, and I don't want to be late."
She tsked when I said Divination, muttering things about Fifth Year and Umbridge and stupid prophesies as she looked over my foot. She waved her wand over it and I flexed my foot, immediately felt better. Then she said, giving Al a purple potion, "Make sure that she drinks this with her breakfast and she should be fine." Then, turning back towards me, she continued, "Usually I would keep you here for breakfast, but it's not a bad sprain."
"Madame Smith!" a voice screeched. I turned and saw Lily and Zinnie dragging a bruised Dom between them.
"What did she trip over this time?" Smith asked with a sigh. "I swear, Ms. Weasley trips over air."
"Feel better, Dommy." I waved and went to meet my friends for breakfast. I wasn't worried about Dom; she was the clumsiest person I knew, so she would be fine. I mean, she's used to it.
My ankle was starting to throb, and I had an urge to drink my potion without eating. "Don't do it," Al said, thankfully (or regretfully) standing a bit of a distance from me.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Drink the potion before you've eaten. This is why she gave me the medicine and not you."
"Screw you," I muttered, limping up the stairs.
"You wish," Al shot back cheekily.
I sputtered as Rose and Ava came through the hallway, rushing towards us. "Hey," Ava called. "You guys missed breakfast so we brought you some toast and jam." She offered me a slightly squished parcel while Rose gave the other one to Al.
"Thanks Aves!" I said, inhaling the toast. I chugged the potion down as soon as I finished and immediately I felt my ankle repair itself. I whooped in delight and did a little happy dance when I noticed Rose and Ava staring at me. "What?"
"Nothing. You're just an odd chick, has anyone ever told you that?"
"Yes. On multiple occasions." I linked arms with the girls, Al trailing behind us, shaking his head, and we skipped off to Divination.
Now, don't tell anyone, but Divination is secretly my favorite class. I mean, I could take naps and tell Professor Trelawney that I was refocusing my Inner Eye, whatever that means. Rose, of course, just focuses on trying to impress the old bat. Trelawney is the only teacher who seems to actively hate Rose without a real reason.
I climbed up the bazillion stairs before reaching the ladder. I scanned the room before my eyes came to land on Scorp sitting at the table in the back and noticed as Rose dragged Ava to the opposite side of the room.
"Hey," I said, sitting next to Scorp, Al sitting on the opposite side of me. I was always closer with the boys. I guess you could say that I was a bit of a tomboy.
"Rose is a bitch," he growled in response. I narrowed my eyes and punched him the stomach. What? Rose was still my best friend!
"I guess I deserved that," he choked out, clutching his stomach.
"Damn right you did," I started to say, but was soon cut off by a mystical voice saying, "I sense that you are angry about something, Ms Wood. Of course, I knew that this would happen, and could have protected Mr Malfoy if I wanted too, I just prefer to let fate play its part."
I rolled my eyes before putting on a fake smile. "I'm so sorry, Professor. This won't happen again."
"This year is OWL year," Trelawney continued dreamily. "Not that I believe that exams have the ability to judge whether or not one has the Inner Eye. This semester we will be focusing on interpreting dreams." I groaned at this, causing Trelawney to shoot me a dirty look before reassuming her mystical presence. "As I was saying, this semester we will be focusing on dream interpretation. Next semester we will be diving into the art of reading a crystal ball, but until then, please open Inigo Amago's The Dream Oracle and divide into pairs to interpret recent dreams."
I felt a tap on my arm and found myself looking into emrald green eyes. "Partners?" Al asked.
I glared at him knowing that he wanted to try and discuss my weird dreams, but grumbled, "Fine," nonetheless.
"That a girl." Al grinned and plopped down our textbook on the empty table next to us. Scorp moved to pair up with Jacob Creevey. "So," Al said seriously. "Do you think we should look up 'wandmaker' as your subject?" He flipped through a few pages before coming to a stop. "That's weird. Sophia, look."
He shoved the book under my nose. "Okay! Jeez." I scanned the page before coming to stop on the word 'wandmaker'. "'Wandmaker,'" I read aloud. "'In a magical beings dream, this word could have drastic consequences that shall not be discussed in this book.' What does that mean?" I asked nervously.
Al looked at me grimly. "Only one way to find out. Professor!" Al called.
"Al, no." I tried to grab his arm, but Trelawney had already heard him.
"Yes, my dears? I sense that there is something upsetting your aura." She looked down.
"Wandmaker?" she asked curiously. I guess that her saying the word was what did it because at that moment I was put in a trance like state.
"Blackthorn and dragon heartstring, nine and three-quarters inches long, stiff" I chanted in a weird voice, turning towards Tasha, who nervously fingered her wand. "A natural fighter. You will soon face a decision that could change the outcome. Remember who your friends are. Hawthorne and Phoenix feather, eleven and a half inches long, whippy." I turned towards Scorpius. "You need to face the truth and you will come to peace with yourself." I shuddered and turned to Rose. "Willow and Phoenix feather, twelve inches long. You and Scorpius are connected in more ways than one. Don't forget that all people need to be healed, yet not all deserve to be." I probably could have gone on all day, but I received a sharp blow to the head and collapsed on the floor.
Right before blacking out, I remember thinking one thing: that was weird