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A Voodoo Vacation
Freddy ran up three flights of stairs to the apartment, her black satchel bouncing loudly on every step. A stitch clawed at her gut by the time she came to the third floor and she leaned against the moldy wall for a minute, panting.
Freddy leapt out of her chair, one hand sweeping up her notes, the other tightening in a fist.
A Goat's Head
“Fat Freddy! Fat Freddy! Fat Freddy!” The singing goat taunted, interspacing every note with a loud, enthusiastic “baaaa!”
Freddy sank against the pillar once more, worry bringing the blood back to her face just as quickly as fear had drained it away.
An Intriguing Interview
Fotherby’s voice filtered out of her office. “Next!”
The note proceeded to unfold itself in a burst of blue powder. Loopy, careless handwriting scrawled across the stiff parchment.
Tea With Trelawney
For perhaps the first time ever, Freddy thought Trelawney looked annoyed.
Whispers in the Library
“Oi, I know you!”
Echoes and Eavesdroppers
“I don’t know,” Freddy answered truthfully. “It’s awfully complicated…or not complicated at all. I haven’t told anyone except Sibyl.”
Reading Between the Lines
The book's title was in the Latin, but Hermione was able to decipher the subtitle: Sacred Dream Symbols-Divining One’s Destiny
Mr. Lias' Halloween
Turning off the High Street, Freddy headed towards the Hog’s Head and even contemplated stopping inside for some warm cider.
Fotherby stared at him for a long second and Lupin was glad for the dark. He was sure she was seething. Her response, however, was more embarrassed than anything.
Freddy was immensely proud of her article, “American Muggle Tuberculosis Sanatoriums as Magical Hot-Spots” until Professor Hendrickson wrote his commentary on it.
His face was pale, and she noticed a fine sheen of sweat on his clean-shaven upper lip. “How are you doing, Forbia?”
In the Grey
Again, Trelawney seemed to read Lupin's thoughts. “It is true,” she insisted. “She has dreams, you see, violent dreams. I noticed her talent at once when she came under my tutelage. But, ah,” she paused and sighed, “Forbia is stubborn and so very frightened. I think you will be the one to help her, though, Remus. Yes, it will be you.”
“Please,” she begged him faintly, “don’t tell anyone.”
Dark Night of the Soul
It was only after all the chaos had settled, only after all the questions were asked and answered that Freddy was left alone…entirely alone with the memory of him.
The Trouble with Coincidences
It happened quickly. Madam Pomfrey came out from one of the adjoining rooms and entered the infirmary.
The Captain of All the Men of Death
The revelation hit Hermione with such a force that she jumped up, knocking over her goblet. The few students lingering in the Hall stared at her.
For a long while, Freddy could recall nothing but darkness. It was a simple, sightless state. Peaceful. Restoring.
Hermione stared at the white bed sheets that covered her legs. For some reason, she felt extraordinarily guilty.
The Path Out Of The Woods
“If only philosophy was less cerebral and more emotional,” Freddy muttered, wrinkling her nose. “I’m going to have to relive my nightmares with no promise of awaking to find myself safe in bed.”
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