Victoire had fallen asleep, but her mind was troubled as the negative that boiled in her thoughts began to invade her dreams. She tossed and turned as she dreamt of herself in the middle of an overgrown forest, which she believed the be the Forbidden Forest.

Gazing around, she trembled as she wondered which way to go, which way would lead her back to Hogwarts quickly and safely. Suddenly, out of the thicket appeared an acromantula. Trying to shake off her fear, she began to slowly back away as the enormous spider inched slowly closer. Not seeing where she was going, Victoire tripped over a large tree root as she fell onto her bum, and hard. Beginning to slowly crawl backwards, the acromantula kept inching it's way towards her. It suddenly stopped as Victoire saw its eight, egg-sized eyes gleam with fear. The acromantula itself began to back up slowly as it kept its gaze locked behind Victoire. Turning to see her savior, Victoire had to stifle a scream as she noticed a Hungarian Horntail thrashing its way towards the clearing, it's mouth foamy and dripping as it's tail lashed about wherever it pleased, knocking over trees and making pancakes out of shrubbery. Coming to her feet, Victoire began to head the other way before she realized that her initial pursuer still stood in place on it's spindly eight legs. She froze once more, waiting for the dragon to come and devour them both. But once the dragon appeared, it locked eyes with the acromantula, and the spider did the same. The dragon snorted, causing a loud hiss to come from between the spider's pincers. This made the Horntail roar, the ground seeming to shake. Victoire was stuck in the middle between the two foes and felt helpless.

Unconsciously, Victoire gripped the sheets of her bedspread, her knuckles turning white as her mind tried to shake the nightmare.

"That sounds... pleasant..." Meg responded. "Odd, but pleasant... So, everything set for quidditch. It appears that Mr. Lupin there replaced that professor." At least, that's what her deduction skills told her. And she could always go up there to double check. And it would be mighty fun to go talk to Mr. Lupin.

" It was." Jay answered casually then looked back towards the staff table when she mentioned quidditch. ' Looks it." Jay agreed as he made his way over tot he slytherin table and sat down.

Al pulled away a moment later, his hand falling from her face. What he was supposed to say, or do, now was unknown to him. He glanced away from her for a second, trying to catch his breath, and calm his pounding heart. He smiled a little, taking her other hand in his once again. "So... Should we keep walking?" He asked, once again meeting her eyes.

Kyle had left the common room after his brother had gone to bed. He wasn't tired in the least bit, and decided that a walk around the castle might help wear him out. Grabbing his hoodie from the couch, he made his way through the halls by himself, only his thoughts to keep him company.

The main one being Rose. He had no idea where they stood on the relationship scale. Yes, they'd spent ample amounts of time together in the past couple of days. And sure, they did have an amazing time together. But weather or not she was interested in him was the question that lingered on his mind. It seemed as though she thought enough of him to spend an afternoon in a place she clearly detested, listening to him and his brother play music she probably didn't even like. But, what friend wouldn't do that for another? Kyle frowned a little, climbing the stairs the the main entrence way. Perhapse there were still people he knew up...

Al smiled inwardly, glad that they were once again moving along. As nice at it was, kissing her, being as socially awkward as he was made it difficult to keep a conversation going. He followed her along on her rounds, just glad to be in her presence. As they re-entered the entrence hall, he spotted Kyle wandering towards the door. "Hey." He called, looking around to see if Rose was with him. "You seen Rose?"

Kyle's head snapped around, hearing a voice over the music blaring in his ears. He hooked out an earphone and smiled a little at Al, and.. Alyss? "No, I havn't.. I was actually just... looking... For her..." he admitted, walking towards the pair. "I needed to talk to her about something. But I guess it can wait." He looked the pair over, smiling a little more. Ok, so maybe he and Rose weren't the oddest 'couple' in the school. "What's all this then?" He asked lightly, looking at the pair's hands, which were still attached. "Dating a Potter, Alyss?" He arched an eyebrow, and knowing look in his eyes.

After hours of tossing and turning, Matt finally fell asleep. Not that it was plesant. It was plagued with dreams and nightmares he had a feeling he'd never forget...

He was bound to a heavy wooden chair, that was bolted to the floor in a cold, dark, damp room. His arms tied behind his back, and his legs cuffed to the legs of the chair. A thick blindfold had been tied around his head, obscuring his vision. He was panicking, breathing heavily and attempting to call for help. He heard footsteps walking across the stone floor, deliberatly slow, and dragging something heavy and struggling. There was a thud, and a pained groan, and finally, his blindfold was removed. Infront of him, bound at the wrists and ankles was Victorie. Her face was streaked with tears, and her eyes were riddled with fear.
"Have you any last words for your lover?" a cold voice said in his ear.
Matt felt his eyes welling up, as he struggled against his restraints to try and help her. He didn't say anything, as he attempted to break the chains that held him down.
"So you don't?" It said again, laughing cruley. "You're just going to let her die, and not tell her you love her? Fool." It laughed again and stepped around the chair. The figure was covered head to toe in a jet black robe, it's hood hiding it's face. It pointed it's wand at her heart, and turned back to Matt. "You have thirty seconds to say good-bye. And then, she dies."
Matt looked down at Victorie, who sobbed silently as she looked back. "I'm sorry." He said, feeling tears spill down his face. "I love you so much..." Matt swallowed thickly, trying to keep it together. "I promise, if I live, I'll kill this guy with my two hands. I don't care if I have to go to Azkaban, I will tear him to pieces for this." He looked deep into her brown eyes, watching the tears running down her face. "I'll never love anyone as much as I do you. Ever. You're my one and only... Forever."
Her eyes closed, as she sobbed heavily. "I love you too." She replied.
"Touching." The voice sneered. "But time's up... Avada Kedavra!" There was a scream, and a blinding green light... Then silence. When Matt looked up to the figure, his hood was pulled back, revealing a mop of curly black hair. "If I can't have her, nobody can." Lupin said coldly, before turning his wand on Matt, aiming driectly for his heart.
Matt screamed, watching Lupin's mouth utter the death curse once more and --

Matt awoke again, this time drenched in a cold sweat, his chest heaving like he'd run a marathon. "Victorie..." He gasped, throwing his covers off. He knew he'd dreamed it all, an absurd dream that'd never happen. But he needed to see her. He dressed quickly, and pulled on his sneakers before leaving the dorms and common room. He climbed all the way up to the seventh floor, and found the portrait of the fat lady, who was sleeping soundly. He sank down across the hall from the portrait, hoping that by some miricle, she'd sence his presence out there, and come down.

"You're not very talkative." Meg said after a few minutes. This was why she always was with Aly. Talking was much more fun than whatever was going on right now. "I've decided to buy something that wasn't blue." she said trying to think of something new. "Haven't actually gone through with it yet..."

Al smiled a little, looking down at her. "I guess she is then." He replied, looking sideways at Kyle. "I think Rose is still in the great hall talking with Lupin. I didn't see her leave when I did." he said, looking the other boy over. He seemed a little on edge about something, what it was, he couldn't place his finger on though. "If I see her, I'll tell her you were looking for her." He said, waving as the pair headed off to finish her rounds.

Kyle nodded once and headed off towards the hall. He instantly spotted her over at the Gryffindor table. He sat down across from her, with a smile still on his lips. "Seems your cousin has taking a liking to a Slytherine." He said, leaning on the table. "Both of them, for that matter." He looked around, seeing very few people around at this hour. He felt his heart rate pick up, as he looked back to her. "Can I talk to you for a second? Seriously, I mean." He asked, attempting to meet her gaze.

Victoire woke, checking the clock on her bedside table to see that it was rather late in the evening. Her nightmare hadn't woken her; her body had simply gotten the urge to wake. Swiping her hair from her face, she noticed through the dim light of the dorms that Rose had still not come to bed. She smiled softly, knowing and hoping that the best had only happened. Or maybe she was down in the common room. Tossing off her covers and placing a robe over her slip, knotting the tie at her waist, she made her way to the common room to see if her cousin was there, her bare feet pit-patting on the carpet as she made her way down. It was deserted. Sighing, she crossed her arms over her chest, wondering if Rose could still be at the Great Hall. Would Victoire have the nerve to go downstairs in her pijamas? She knew she didn't, so she would settle for peeking her head out of the portrait hole to see if she was on the Grand Staircase. Stepping out of the portrait hole, she noticed Matt across the way. Why was he here? Had something happened? It wasn't that Victoire was displeased to see him, but she was rather unhappy with the upset look on his face.

Victoire's small smile faded slightly as she made her way towards him, speaking as she walked along. "No, don't blame yourself. I just couldn't..." She trailed off, shrugging as she stood in front of him. It was evident that he was troubled, and Victoire bit her lip as she felt as if she had somehow been the cause of his current state. "What's on your mind?" She took his hands in hers, squeezing them softly as she wondered what had happened. Her gut feeling told her that Teddy was the cause, that his sudden appearance and Victoire's confused actions had caused this, but she didn't want to believe it. Matt knew that she loved him, and only him.

Jay couldn't but to be curious about her decision. If it had been most people it wouldn't have seemed so odd. But Meg was different he had never seen her in anything that wasn't blue. " Really??" He asked then looked at the third year student next to him. " Do you mind scooting?" He asked them in an uncharacteristically polite way. He kid stared taken back by the odd behaviour for a second before the kid slid into the next seat. Jay then offered the now vacant seat to Meg. " I bet it would cause a stir." He smirked.