“Just the Cheese Before Bed”
Sybill started awake, groping for her wand and glasses, but by the time she’d lit her lamp and found her parchment and quill, which fell, splattering ink everywhere, her dream had evaporated, leaving only vague feelings of horror, and the word “homunculus.”
Ridiculous. It was just eating cheese before bedtime. From now on, she’d stick to wine … it might dull the nightmares. She seemed to hear her gran’s voice, though, admonishing her not to flee her dreams, but to delve into them. Aunt Ada’s Gift first awoke in her dreams; it might be the same with her Gift.
If only her own dreams weren’t so nightmarish. Ada had dreamed of the spring lambing, weddings of well-suited couples, births to the long-childless. Occasionally, Ada’s dreams allowed the dead to send messages to the living, but they were the cheerful dead with instructions for finding jars of silver Sickles behind the pickled peppers.
Perhaps it wasn’t the cheese; perhaps it was the Hogwarts atmosphere. After all, her most Gifted students all Saw death and disaster. But they didn’t dream of deformed homunculi fondling giant snakes. She shuddered. Only a nightmare, but already one too many. Sybill Summoned a glass and a bottle.