Had an interesting conversation with Grace this evening. I'm left feeling really uncomfortable and wishing I had someone to talk to right now.
I couldn't take it if any of my friends got hurt. Or Shay. Especially Shay.
(IC RP with Grace Williams and Melody Rose de Thenard)
Melody sits at a table in the common room, surrounded by books, parchment, and extra quills. Clearly frazzled, she squints at a piece of parchment, re-reading an essay she had just finished.
Grace sits, or rather, lays across her books across form Melody having nodded off once again nid-sentence, and her quill was leaving a nice black line across her parchment.
Melody finished proofreading and lowers her parchment, slamming the nearest book shut with a loud sigh.
Grace's head shot up from her books and she yelped a bit startled, before rubbing her eyes and looking around, exhausted.
"Er. . .sorry!" Melody says with a half amused smile. "Forgot you were there. I'm concentrating too hard." She piles her books on one corner of the table and shuffles her parchment together. She continues "I think I've gotten everything done. . .at any rate, my brain can't handle any more."
"I think my brain checked out...I don't even know how long ago. How long was I out for?" She asks gathering up her books and frowning at the black streak that had been drawn across her parchment.
"Um. . .whenever it was I started my Charms essay, which was my second to last one. How long ago that was, I have no idea." Melody pauses and looks around. "I don't have a clue what time it is."
Grace stifles a yawn and said, "I hate it when I do this. Fall asleep while doing my homework. I seem to be making a habit of it lately."
Melody nods in agreement. "That's what happened to me Friday night, and that's why I'm here right now."
Grace laughs a bit, "I've been trying to get this bloody work done all weekend, but I keep passing out in the middle of it! It's ridiculous!"
"What do you have left?" Melody asks, nodding towards Grace's books.
"Well, I've managed to get all of it done except my downfall. Ancient Runes," Grace shudders before putting her books aside.
Melody wrinkles her nose and says "Exactly why I didn't take that class. Pure evil, it sounds like. I was going to help you out, but I'd be no help, there."
"oh it's fine. I'll get it. I just need some motivation," Grace leans back in her chair stretching her arms a bit. "So, what's going on with you? it's been far too long since we've been able to have a good chat."
"Ugh. . .so true it hurts", Melody agrees. "I've been buried under schoolwork and homework and projects and essays. . .I've probably started reciting spells in my sleep. I haven't had time for anything but school. What about you?"
"Ah...it's exactly the same. No time to think let alone play my guitar for my mental health. And these damned nightmares...oh yeah, I'm still having nightmares!" she throws her arms up in frustration. "Sorry," she says calming herslef a bit. "Kind of got carried away for a minute there."
"What are these nightmares you're having about, anyway? They seem to be bothering you quite a lot." Propping her feet up on the table, Melody twists her ring around thoughtfully.
"Well," Grace starts. "They were just night terrirs for a while. Y'know promptly frogetting them after I wake up and such. But they're getting more and more clear. Professor Trelawney thinks they're prophetic."
Melody raises her eyebrows and states bluntly "Professor Trelawney is insane." Observing Grace with interest, she says "What seems to be so prophetic about them, though?"
Graces eyes lok away as she says quietly, "Voldemort."
Melody blinks, shocked, and her eyes widen. "Ah. And. . .um. . .what is he. . .what is he doing in these nightmares?"
Grace looks at Melody and asks her in a serious tone, "Do you really want to know?"
"Well, I wouldn't expect him to be playing Quidditch or eating Chocolate Frogs. . .clearly it's bad." Melody takes a deep breath and waves her hand. "Let's hear it."
"Okay," says Grace taking a deep breath. "I'm going to give you a warning though. Last time I had nightmares this bad, was the Triwizard Tournament. And people died. And I knew it was going to happen, well my subconscious seemed to know anyway. Still want me to continue?"
Lowering her head, Melody gives a small shrug and says "Ignorance is the best way to get us all killed."
"Okay," said Grace very unsure of herslef. "I'm running, but it's not me who's actually running. It's like I'm somebody else. And I don't know who it is yet, but I'm with people from the ministry and other wizard adults...and He's...killing them all as I run...students are there too... but they don't have faces yet. And that's when I wake up screaming, pretty much."
"That's. . .horrible" Melody says after a moment, unable to say anything else. "You. . .you say students. Anyone we. . .know?"
"I don't know...I can't see who they are. I was just afraid it was Harry, hearing about how many scrapes with Voldemort he's had," says Grace, her fear beginning to creep up into her voice.
Trying not to frighten herself into a panic, Melody asks calmly "Do these nightmares get more clear every time you see them? I mean. . .with more details each time? Or just the same thing every time?"
"They get clearer and clearer over time. At least that's what they've been doing. And that's what they've done before. It's a waiting game. A waiting game that keeps me exhausted, but a waiting game nonetheless," she replies, hoping she hasn't frightened Melody too much.
"Telling me all this is fine. . .but you need to talk to Dumbledore. Because this sounds dangerous." Melody lowers her eyes and adds "People could get hurt from this."
"Yeah, I know," says Grace, nodding a bit. "I notified Draco already, to let him know that it could be Harry. But I do need to talk to Dumbledore, or just someone - not Trelawney. I'd like to notify someone who's mentally stable."
Melody swallows, feeling slightly nauseated, and replies "Dumbledore's headmaster, there's no one better to go to than him. He'll be able to help you."
"I agree. It's just so hard to admit when I have a problem. To an adult anyway. Call it my stubborn Irish nature. But I do have to go to Dumbledore. As headmaster he has a right to know this," she replies, understanding exactly what melody is saying.
"Not only does he have a right, but. . .if you don't tell the right people, it could put us all in danger. There has to be some reason why you're having these nightmares." Biting her lip, Melody lapses into silence.
"I..." Grace thinks of a way to say this without sounding off her rocker. "Apparently...I...I'm a Seer."
"Well, if that' true", Melody says, taking it in stride, "Then this is very, very serious. You need to talk to Dumbledore as soon as you can."
"You're taking this rather well," Grace says a surprised tone in her voice. "Better than I did anyway."
"I've heard a lot of surprising things in my life. . .I've learned to stay calm." Giving a halfhearted smile, Melody says "It's nothing that entirely odd and insane to think about anyway."
"I just have a hard time believing in Divination. Prophecies and such," Grace replies.
Melody nods. "Well, if you ever want to doubt it, try looking again at these nightmares."
"Well, I can't very well doubt it now, now can I?" Grace says smirking a bit. "It was just hard to admit it."
"I've never messed with things like that." Leaning back in her chair, Melody heaves a sigh. "And this is one of the reasons why. It could turn out to be something very, very important."
"Yeah," says Grace. "It's my muggle half getting the better of me in this case. Ma's always taught me that Prophecies and mind readin and predicting the future is all fake. Guess she was wrong."
"Obviously", Melody replies. "You'll tell Dumbledore soon, right?"
"Cross my heart," Grace replied honestly. "It was an amusing time though, when Professor Trelawney finally caught up to me."
"Why's that?" Melody asks, leaning forward and writing a note on a piece of parchment.
"Oh you know Trelawney," Grace said remembering her encounter. "Babbling on and on about tea leaves and crystal balls...and how Seers are so rare. And it wasn't really what she was saying, it was how her brain, which must be frazzled by all that incense she inhales daily, put everything into words."
Laughing, Melody says "That's definitely Trelawney to a T!" Her smile fading, she adds "Seriously, though. I couldn't bear to see anyone I know hurt. You've made it very clear to me tonight that I don't want to have to lose anyone."
"I don't want to lose anybody either. I feel like I've just met you all. And you're all wonderful. It's all i can do to put it from my mind while I'm awake so I can concentrate," Grace replies solemnly.
Melody sighs and lays her head on the table. "I'm happy for the first time in my life, and I don't want anything to ruin that. Not even You-Know-Who. I'll do whatever I can to prevent him from hurting my friends."
"As will I," says Grace. "I promise. I'll talk to Dumbledore, read up on Seers, and work on my Defense Against the Dark Arts with more fervor than i thought to do before. I have the terrible feeling that whatever is in the future is coming sooner than people think."
"I really, really hope you're wrong", Melody says with a shake of her head. "For all our sakes."
"Me too," Grace replied, slowly, her eyes darting back toward the floor.