Harry had another dream. One like one he had had before arriving at Hogwarts. He saw a giant figure on a hill under the moon. The breeze was gently and the stars were bright. Harry reached out towards the figure, but then he awoke.
"Harry, you were talking in your sleep again," Frognal said.
"Sorry, it's something that happens sometimes." Harry responded.
"And it's absolutely disgusting." Added Hermanonie from behind her curtain.
In the morning they had a new class. It was exciting. Harry asked Frognal what it was, but Frognal did not know. He thought Hermanonie may know but he was scared of her. Ghosty had gone for a walk so Harry could not ask him. Unfortunate.
Harry tried to get back to sleep. After a while he was successful. He was not often successful in anything, so it was quite the accomplishment.
Frognal went back to sleep too. The duvet covering most of his body acted as a pocket to contain his smell. Hermanonie was very lucky to have her curtains.
The morning came. Hermanonie was always first to leave. Harry and Frognal got up and got dressed into the same clothes they wore every day without ever seeing soap or water.
