Today while in the bathtub I fell asleep and had a nightmare. I was riding a thestral through a thunderstorm. Every thunderclap resolved into their voices. "Bother! Bother!" Suddenly, it became music. I was at the Yule Ball with Lily Evans. I asked her to dance. She asked me to die. Would that I could, Lily. Would that I could. When I awoke, my skin was prune-like from the tepid bathwater. And I was late to golf with Lucius Malfoy.