𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙒 • book three

009.

The Weird Dream

"Stevie!"
Emma's eyes snapped open.
"Stev? Are you alright?"
Emma saw a pretty young girl look up from a paper.
"Yeah Lils, I'm fine." 'Stevie' smiled to her friend with red hair. She looked back down to her paper. Emma walked up to them.
"Hello? Where am I?" She asked the people. They didn't even spare her a glance.
Emma waved her hand in their faces. No reaction.
"Stev! We got a problem!" A boy with crazy brown hair yelled.
"What now James?" Stevie sighed.
"We pranked McGonagall. She's after us!" The boy yelled.
"You mean she's after you." A blonde pipped in.
"Actually," A boy with scars said. "We kind of wrote your names on it too."
"Are you kidding me?" A darker skinned girl asked with a roll of her eyes.
"Nope, we should go." The boy named James said.
The four girls and two boys ran out of the room they were in. Emma ran after them just wanting to see what happened.
"Where's Peter?" The Stevie girl asked whilst they ran.
"Waiting ahead with Sirius!" The scared boy answered.
Emma perked up at the name. Sirius. She didn't know anyone by this name, but it sounded almost

Familiar

Two more boys joined the group and the teens ran through corridors. They all laughed and joked.
Stevie looked to her left and saw the boy with crazy hair and the girl with red hair. She looked behind her and saw the blonde and the scared boy. She looked ahead and saw the dark skinned girl and a smaller mouse like boy.
She finally looked to her left.
There, a boy with longer black hair ran. He smelled of cigarettes and woods. His school uniform was messed up and untucked.
The only thing Emma could recall of his face was his grey eyes.
She could hardly even remember his face. It was like she wasn't supposed to. The boy reminded her of Caspian in a way. A weird way. And when Emma looked at the Stevie girl again, she noticed a necklace around her neck. It had a single ring on it.
Emma recognized this ring. It was one of Caspian's.
The Pevensie girls eyebrows pinched. How did this girl get that ring? How did she even know Caspian? Was this happening as Emma slept?
"It's 1975 and you really can't grow up?" The blonde asked.
"When did we ever say we could?" The scared boy responded with a smirk.
Emma's eyebrows pinched together again. 1975? But it was 1942 when they left England.
Emma then had a realization. Was she seeing the future? Was this what comes of the world? A group of teens running around a castle because they didn't want to get into trouble?

Emma felt oddly drawn to the Stevie girl. She reminded her a lot of herself.
Smart, funny, outgoing, rambunctious, out of the box, un-ladylike, pretty.
What if, what if this was her? Her in a different lifetime?

"Where are we going?" The mousey boy called.
"Doesn't matter!" The cigarette smelling boy yelled.
"Let's just run!" Stevie laughed.
All eight teens ran through the grand castles corridors.
A woman in her about thirties turned the corner in front of them and the teens slid to a stop.
"There you are! Come here!" The woman called. The eight kids glanced at each other and ran the other way.

After Emma watched them run around more, they left the castle and ran into a wooded area.
They got to a clearing and stopped running.
The Stevie girl fell to the ground and laid on her back in the leaves.
"That was invent full." She said gasping for breath. The red head and blonde fell down too.
"Say, Marlene," The scared boy asked as he sat next to the blonde. "What do you say we just stay here?"
Marlene smiled and nodded. "I'm down, you guys?"
James laid next to the red head. She smiled at him. "We're in!" She said. "Atta girl, Lily!" James nodded and held his hand up. Lily clapped her hand to his and laughed.
"Dorcas," Stevie said looking up. "How are you not tired?"
"Aren't you doing Quidditch? You shouldn't be tired." Dorcas, who is the darker skinned girl laughed.
"Peter," The cigarette smelling guy called. "Have you even ran that much? You looked red!" He laughed at the mousey boys face.
"Remus!" Marlene laughed as the scared boy threw leaves at her.
"What was the prank?" Stevie asked as she looked up into the tree above them.
"Blew up a toilet seat." The cigarette smelling boy stated with a smirk. "And wrote all our names on the stall door."
"Has anyone seen Mary?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, she's helping some first years out." Marlene told him.
Stevie smiled. The cigarette boy rolled over and on top of the girl with short dark hair.
"Sirius," She started looking to his eyes.
Even still, Emma couldn't recall anything identifiable on the boys face. Only his eyes.
"Yes?" He asked with a smirk.
"Get off. You weigh a ton." The girl laughed and rolled them over. She sat up straight and Sirius rested his hands on her thighs.
"You two might as well get together already." Lily said looking at them.
"I could say the same for you two." Stevie nodded to the red head and the boy with round glasses next to her.
James smiled and threw his arm round her shoulders. Lily shimmed out of his grasp but laughed anyway.

Stevie grabbed a bunch of leaves and threw them in Sirius' face. He tossed her gently to the side and stood up.
The other teens followed suit. They then began and all out leaf throwing war.

By the end, everyone was covered in dirt and leaves.
Emma saw the way Stevie looked at Sirius. Her eyes hid her love for the boy. But, Emma could see right through her facade.
"Sirius, you are insane." She laughed at him as he fell down.
"No, I'm completely sirius." He laughed back.
"Are you ever gonna give that up?" She asked as she helped him up. He pushed her up against a tree.
"No until you admit that you love me." He smirked.

"Emma." Lucy nudged her sisters arm. "Emma!"
Emma shot up and gasped for air.
"Are you okay? I think you were having a bad dream." Lucy told her sister. Emma continued gasped and whipped sweat off her forehead.
"Uh, I, uh. Yeah, yeah, I'm okay." Emma nodded. "It wasn't really a bad dream. More of a weird dream."
"Tell me about it." Lucy said sitting on the bed in a criss-cross way. "I find that talking about dreams helps them come to light."

a/n: this was edited:)