Dreams

[azurelunatic]

There was stuff in my dreams last night. Darkside was there. There was some kind of thing going on, and he was from an old and respected wizarding family. He stood at his prescribed place waiting, and his father called his cellphone with a message. I chimed in with curiousity, and his father was ... not so much indignant as very surprised that Darkside would allow a Muggle-trained girl to touch his phone.

And it was him. Him, not just his body and what my brain says represents him.