Albus couldn't take his eyes off of Tawny Flint the next morning as he sat the Gryffindor table, stirring his porridge mechanically. The Slytherin refused to meet his eyes but he could see the dark circles under her eyes, and the way she flinched ever so slightly whenever someone would pass close by.
Albus had heard many times of Legilimency from his mother and father, but now he wondered if one was able to cast the spell by accident. Had he cast a Legilimency spell last night while he was sleeping and stumble into Tawny Flint's nightmare? Albus had known of many young wizards causing strange and unusual things to happen without wands or spells, but it seemed farfetched to Albus that he would have cast such a complicated spell unknowingly. And on top of that, it didn't explain his late night meeting with the phoenix. The idea made Albus sick to his stomach. He quickly pushed his bowl of porridge away and ducked his head.
"Al," James whispered, leaning across the table with worried, brotherly brown eyes, "Are you sick?"
"No, Jamie. I just… had a rough night," Albus sighed. James's dark head cocked thoughtfully to the side, his face set in an inquisitive pout. For a brief second, Albus swore James looked exactly like their father, Harry. A wry grin suddenly jumped to James's mouth, dissolve his paternal resemblance.
"Dreaming about Flint?" James teased in a wicked hiss, his eyes flashing something almost envious. Albus blanched guiltily. James's smile faltered, his eyes growing hard as he glared at his younger brother.
"I have to go," Albus snapped and jumped up. He ducked his head and rushed for the doors of the Great Hall. Albus felt James's eyes boring into his back the entire way.