I have been working just as hard on the music list for Zacharias' party as I have on my schoolwork this week. No wonder I can't sleep well, all I can do is think about the most perfect music
ever. I am quite glad, then, that I made the sleeping tonic, this is the value of course, to reading one's star charts, but you never really see the meaning behind the movements, which is why I much prefer the divination that Professor Trelawney teaches, though there is such immense value in combining the two to create the strongest vision for the Inner Eye.
I have this dream...I wish I could See and See if it comes true, but I will never See for my own personal gain, nor will I ever See into Justin Finch-Fletchley's future, because...well...I want to be in it so bad, and if I am, then I am breaking my own rules...and if I am not...I am breaking my own heart. I love him too much to invade his privacy like that, no matter how much I want to know.
But I have a dream: we are at the party, and I am playing the music, a perfect list that is fun and sprightly, and the music tastes like champagne and cake and feels like pink and cotton candy, and everything is light and bright and right, and Justin Finch-Fletchleywill come over to me and smile at me, and it will be like the sun is dawning over the mountains, showering everything in this incredible yellow, and he will say, The music is so good! and I will say, Thank you Justin Finch-Fletchley, do you like music? and he will say yes, and we will talk about our favourites...or he will say no, and I will say, Oh, but you must listen to Accio Guitars, their music feels like a hug from a friend who wants you to come outside with them, and he will laugh and say that he loves music like that, and then he will ask me for a dance, and I will be in Justin Finch-Fletchley's arms, and he will stare at me and see something about himself reflected back into him and wonder why he's never seen that before in himself, this wonderful version of himself, this so loved version of himself, and he will think to himself,
I want to talk to her alone, and since it is the Room of Requirement, suddenly a little quiet place will appear, and we will go sit there, away from everyone, and we will talk about our hopes and fears and our favourite flavours and colours and places we want to visit in our lives, and somewhere between talking about his father's job and the time I made the art on the walls spin at the museum, my hand and his will meet, and neither of us will remember who took whose hand, they will just be holding each other, and we will smile at each other like smiles had just been invented in that second, in that
moment, just for us to smile at each other...
...and it will start, Justin Finch-Fletchley and I.
It's what I dream.
Then I wake up.
[End Hex]