NodNodNod.

Cassia reached for the copy of the book and opened it browsing it quickly. Darn no pictures. And actually it was expected because what kinds of pictures would be in a dream book? Um…sleeping people maybe?

Finally! They were gonna do something! Cassia straightened and started looking through the pages more closely. She liked having something to do other than listening. Hmm……. Stopping at a page, the second-year Snake shot her arm up in the air a bit too enthusiastically. "Professor!" She said. "I have chosen an Owl." She started automatically standing because you know she was short. NOT SO short but not so tall either. So standing was more comfortable for her.

"Ahem…To hear the solemn, unearthly sound of the muffled voice of the owl…" Cassia's voice immediately fell from its enthusiastic level "warns dreamers that d-d-death, "GULP. that doesn't sound good " That death creeps closely in the wake of health and joy……" Cassia swallowed hard at that. " Precaution should be taken that life is not ruthlessly exposed to his unyielding grasp. Bad tidings of the absent will surely follow this dream." Cassia felt the color drain out of her face. Why did she choose this section again? Oh and it wasn't over just yet. " Um… To see a dead owl, denotes a narrow escape from desperate illness or deathhh. " Le PAUSE "And to see an owl, foretells that you will be secretly maligned and be in danger from enemies." SILENCE.

Cassia kept staring at the words for a long minute before sitting down. Somehow she had imagined that the implications would be cheerful. Like you're gonna win ten thousands galleons! Or so many achievements are awaiting for you in the upcoming years!

The twelve-years old looked up at the Professor in widened eyes and tried to swallow the lump in her throat before managing to say." I don't want to dream anymore." It came out like a whisper actually.