Found AIAOY 4

Chapter 6

"Madam Pomfrey wants to see me."  Rebecca said, slowing down as their group left the feast.  "I'll meet you all in the common room soon as I'm done."  She thought that that would be it on the subject, waving them on and heading the opposite direction.

But, hardly a corridor away, the sound of hurried footsteps behind her caused her to look back.  Fred smiled and shrugged.  "George doesn't need me to look up an aging potion, figured I'd come too."

"What do you need an aging potion for?"

"For the age ring, of course!"  Fred's mind hadn't wavered, he and George had to at least try to get into the Triwizard Tournament.  "Dumbledore's apparently drawn one around it to keep people under seventeen from entering."

Rebecca said nothing on the subject, chewing at the same spot she had before even though it hurt--Perhaps because it hurt.  Fred sensed the change in mood and changed the conversation to Mad-Eye Moody's arrival and the freak weather in the hall.

They were still talking about how odd it had been for the enchanted ceiling to have sprinkled on them when they reached the Hospital Wing doors.  "About time!"  Madam Pomfrey chided, waving them in.

Rebecca took a seat at the chair across from Madam Pomfrey's desk while Fred lingered by the middle of the room.  "What's this about, Madam?"

The woman sat back in her seat.  "A follow-up, really.  I wanted to know if the additions to a nightly tea was still working and that you've still been drinking it."  McGonagall had already warned Poppy of the sensed-lie about the latter.

"Every night."  Rebecca said.  "It's still working, though I wish I could still have dreams."  Rebecca's head shot up as she realised what she had said.  "Not that I'm ungrateful!  Not at all.  I just-"

"Dreams can be important, dear."  Madam Pomfrey thought on the issue a moment.  "We could try diluting the strength of the drops, a little at least.  There's a chance it would only decrease the chances of a premonition instead of blocking it completely, but-"

"We can only try."  Rebecca gave the healer a little smile.  "Thank you, Madam Pomfrey."

"Don't thank me yet."  Madam Pomfrey rifled around in the cabinet next to her desk and set a different bottle than what she had had out in front of Rebecca.  "I expect a report tomorrow--An honest report.  No funny business."

Rebecca stood and put the bottle in her pocket.  "Of course!  We're very serious, aren't we Fred?"

Fred popped to her side, happy to have been included in their conversation and eager to follow along.  "Oh, absolutely!  I think I'll be organising my socks tonight."

"Out!"  Madam Pomfrey laughed.  "Out with the both of you!"

Fred and Rebecca didn't hurry on their way back to the common room, finding it easy to play around in the empty, post-feast halls in a way that they relished the opportunity to do so.  Soon enough, they had to stop.  They had linked elbows and been spinning, switching one direction to another as they laughed and ended up making themselves topplingly dizzy.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell her about the incident from the match?"  Fred asked, the topic having been one he couldn't quite get out of his head until he asked.

"I'm certain."  Rebecca said, turning to the large window next to them.  "How can you even be thinking of such trivial things with a view like this?"  She surveyed the wonder slowly, taking in everything from the biggest to the smallest detail.  The multitudes of stars twinkling above and on the lake's water, the shadows of the trees from the forest on the sweeping hills of the valley.