Summer Nightmare, Rising Dream

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Morgan was walking down the hall of Hogwarts, glad to be back in her school. Though it wasn't the exact start of the term, Morgan was climbing the stairs leading up to her Divination's teacher's office. She had some horrible things happen to her during the summer and needed to talk to her about it. Running her hand through her dark brown hair, Morgan looked up to the door leading into the office as her hand reached up to knock. She tensed up pulling away slightly.

"What am I doing..." She mumbled softly in her meek voice. She had never openly slipped into a conversation about her life with any one and here she was seeking some one out. "She will just laugh at me and say I'm a silly girl..." She sighed before pulling her left earphone out then the right, the sounds of her music blasting from the buds.

"Tell me who you are, I am spellbound. You can not have this control on me" Echoed in the hall before she turned off her Ipod. It was something she had always had on her person to listen to on her free time. She wasn't very social and tried to avoid speaking to people when she didn't have to. Her hand lifted back up knocking loudly on the door as she fidgeted.

"Maybe she won't laugh at me..." She wasn't looking forward to this conversation as she stood with her hands in her hoodie pocket. Hazel eyes cast down as she stared at the bottom of the door. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she was worried about the up coming conversation so much she was close to panicking in the hall right then and there; though she managed to calm down with a few breathes.

[Geneviève Olivier]

Geneviève sat quietly at her desk. Her blue eyes deep in focus upon an astrological map, scanning the stars as her finger traced lightly across it in peculiar patterns. Her pursed lips painted a delicate pink to match her vintage dress. Deep in thought, like a trance, it seemed like nothing was going to disturb her, but Genie was a woman of surprises.

Knock, knock.

Her hand smoothed across the map, flattening her palm against it as she lifted her head. “Entrez!” Her cheerful voice echoed through her otherwise silent office. Geneviève leaned back in her office chair folding her hands delicately across her lap. She looked to the door and a pleasant smile formed upon her lips. “Bonjour Mademoiselle Ravilin, I zought you might come see me.”

She raised her hand, motioning to the chair across from her. “Entrez, asseyez-vous, seet down.” She lowered her hand back into her lap as she crossed her legs. The green flecks in her eyes glistened as she watched Morgan quietly, noting her behavior. “How was your été—summer?”

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Morgan whimpered hearing the hard to understand yet gorgeous woman tell her to enter. She slipped into the room looking around curiously for any note of change. The whole room had changed since the last time she had stepped foot in the office of one of her favorite teachers. Moving to take a seat in front of her desk, Morgan fumbled with her hoodie pocket as she sighed. Taking a moment before actually speaking, the moment taken used to take in the beauty that was her Divination Teacher. She blushed looked down and sighing again.

She was a trouble child yet very quiet, the sudden appearance would have been shocking to most, but not Professor Olivier. "Professor Olivier...I...I have been having a horrible horrible summer. I have been having nightmares....ones that don't make sense. They feel so vivid...so...real" She was shaking, hands in her lap over her jeans. She was not dressed for the feast which was coming up soon. She started to have tears come to her eyes, "I....I kept watching my Mother on the road home from work being killed. It was stormy, I could smell the rain in the air, feel the chill of the wind, and then..."

Morgan leaned forward, hands moving up wiping her eyes. "She lost control, flipped the car and landed in the ditch....she spent the entire night laying there bleeding out in the cold alone.." She began sobbing. "I....I don't know what it is or if I should be talking to you...but...maybe you have seen something or know some one who has....can you help me Ms. Olivier...." She whimpered pathetically.

[Geneviève Olivier]

”I should note, Mademoiselle Ravilin, that I should really not let you visit before—“Geneviève fell silent. It was evident that Morgan was in no condition to contain whatever she had to share. So Genie nodded encouragingly to Morgan with a soft smile; but her smile faded and a serious look began to take its place. Her blue eyes focused with a dazed effect as she took in all of Morgan’s words.

Her right hand lifting from her lap and lifting her wand from her desk. Flicking it lightly as she pointed it at a box of tissues three gently came out and floating into Genie’s other hand. Setting her wand back down, Genie stood up slowly walking over to Morgan. The light click of her heels and Morgan’s sobs were the only noises to be heard as Geneviève perched on the arm of Morgan’s chair. A sympathetic smile formed upon her lips as she offered Morgan the tissue.

“Morgan, ma pauvre,” her arm went around the back of the chair, knowing better than to touch her student. She recalled Morgan’s general detest of affection. “Désolé, I am sorry zat you are suffering zese terrors.” Her voice was calm, soothing, but still very conscious and almost wise. “And I don’t want to put you ‘rough any more pain; mais—but I need you to tell me more about zese… zese terrors.” She paused, giving Morgan a moment. “You ‘ave ‘ad zis terror more than once, oui?” Geneviève closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them, looking down to her dear sobbing student. “Morgan, I do not know eef I can ‘elp you, but I will do my best. I ‘ave to ‘ave you tell me everything. Toute l'histoire, take your time. You don’t ‘ave to say eet all right now.”

Normally, Genie would’ve been thrilled that Morgan was showing signs of the inner eye, but the poor girl had already seemed to have been through so much. A weak smile played upon her painted lips as she sat patiently.

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Morgan took the tissues she was offered where she dabbed her cheeks seeing the black mascara on the white tissue. She sniffled before nodding, "I am sorry Ms. Olivier, I just had no one else to talk to. I felt something urging me to speak to you...I think it has something to do with the dream." She whimpered looking up to her before wiping her eyes again with the tissue. She sighed trying to calm herself before hazel eyes cast down to her feet. "The dreams happened every other night. I'd only have one night of rest between the nightmares...When I woke up I was cold and damp with sweat as if I was there...feeling the pains my mother was."

Morgan started sobbing softly while speaking, her head moving to lean gently on her teacher's shoulder. "It was raining, cold, car flipped over, I saw the same scene play out every other night for the entire summer. Even now, I saw the scene last night before boarding the train here. It's so real Ms. Olivier....there's got to be an explanation on this....did one of my spells back fire or something and make me like this? Did some one curse me..." She started sobbing more doing nothing but leaning on Ms. Olivier's shoulder unaware her teacher was happy moments before from returning from a short shopping trip with her best friend. If Morgan had known she'd probably have avoided the teacher.

"I don't ever wake up until Mother dies...I'm not close to her so to say...she's never really cared for me like my brother. This doesn't make me heartless. I don't want her to die, these nightmares are making it hard to sleep. I fear closing my eyes and nightly I lay awake wishing I knew a spell to get this to stop..." She whimpered more unsure what else to tell her. "When mom dies, I wake up. I feel sore, tired, weak, gasping for breath and cold. It's always the same thing every time I wake up..." She looked up to her again and sniffled, "Please Ms. Olivier, Please tell me you know something to help..."

[Geneviève Olivier]

”Shh,” Geneviève cooed softly in her best attempt to soothe Morgan. “Zere ees no need to apologize, ma enfante. You are always welcome to come to me for ‘elp.” She listened quietly to Morgan between her sniffles and sobs. Deep in thought as she absorbed every detail of Morgan’s horrific nightmares, Genie’s mind raced through other possibilities. After all, she did not want to give the girl wrong information.

But her thoughts were silenced by the unexpected move of Morgan’s head to upon her shoulder. Genie smiled weakly, lightly setting her hand upon Morgan’s shoulder. Hesitant and almost fearful of what the unstable girl’s reaction would be to it. “Every other night,” Genie murmured under her breath as her mind returned to the important issue at hand. Her blue eyes were physical still, but within they zoomed and leaped through galaxies in search of a sign.

“I am not sure what ees causing zese terrors for you, Morgan.” Genie began, her voice a warm mixture of serious and sincere. “But I do not theenk zat eet is ze doing of a bad spell or curse. ‘Owever, I am sure zat I can ‘elp you find ze reason.” As Morgan started to sob once more, Genie cooed softly. Always the same… Gene pondered in their eerie silence. She longed to tell Morgan her conclusion, but she feared the ability that her own powers might betray her. As if divination wasn’t a laughable subject as it was. She stared down at Morgan quietly, green flecks tainting her blue eyes with deep thoughts.

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Morgan didn't move as she sobbed and listened to her wise, intelligent, gorgeous teacher. The heat from her comforting, but still very much fear causing. Morgan tensed when she felt her hand on her shoulder. Everything in her mind was screaming for her to pull away, to run. She ignored her instincts and leaned closer to her crying more. "Oh Ms. Olivier, I'm so sorry. The feast is upon us and I'm here sobbing like a child...." She pulled away and wiped her eyes again looking down. "I just...I just didn't know what to do." She repeated for probably the third or fourth time now.

She looked up hopefully at her teacher. "You have an idea then? Maybe something you can tell me something that I can do to help myself. I don't want to feel this sense of fear any more." She whimpered as she fiddled with her hoodie wanting nothing more to than to slip her hood up and slipping into the shadows as a non noticeable person in the crowd. She looked up to Genie pitifully wondering what she would be able to say or do to help her. She hoped what she did say would help.

[Geneviève Olivier]

Genie raised the hand that laid upon her lap and with a bit of thought, the box of tissues that sat on a bookshelf lifted and floating down into her lap. After a moment of hesitation, she lightly hugged the student before looking at her firmly. “Morgan, Morgan. Arrêt s'excuser, no more apologizing.” The green flecks in Geneviève’s eyes glistened, staring thoughtfully at Morgan.

“We’ll see, ma enfante. For now, I theenk zat you should dry zose eyes. Once ze feast ‘as concluded we shall return to my bureau and deescuss zings.” She cooed softly, moving the tissues from her lap to the edge of her desk as she stood slowly. “Een ze meantime,” Genie spoke, but her voice trailed off as she glided over to a bookshelf in the far corner of her office.

“I don’t theenk zat zere’s anything else I can do for you. Je suis navré, Morgan.” Geneviève turned around to face the girl with a weak smile. “I cannot make ze thoughts disappear.” The green flecks dazzled in her eyes, “but know zat we will see ze end of zis.”

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Morgan sniffled before listening to her teacher. She was right, there wasn't much that could be done she figured. She stood up before nodding. "I need to go get ready any how. I have a few things to do." She whimpered before wiping her eyes once more. "I need to redo my make up it seems and get dressed." She ran her hand through her hair smiling at Genie before smiling weakly. "Thank you for taking the time to listen to me and hear me out. I'll meet you after the feast of course." She said before turning on her heels.

Morgan would slip out and begin heading down the stairs of the tower sneaking around and being very careful not to get caught. She would have to get her things and start getting ready. Problem was, her things were in the Ravenclaw Common room. Thankfully, she knew the summoning charm which would help she could imagine. Morgan's head was pounding as she heard her boots thunking on the stones beneath her carrying her onward. "I wonder if they will have jello..." She mumbled having a sudden want of the fake desert.