Gabe didn't have any classes on Friday. He hadn't planned his schedule that way, but that was how it worked out. It had been just as well. He'd had another bad nightmare Thursday night about an entire flock of crows and had been dragged through the day. Friday night was worse though; it seemed every time he fell asleep, he was woken with another nightmare, he'd lost count, but it might have been all eleven of the World Cup victims in a single night. He'd gotten through Quidditch practice in the morning, but had missed the snitch several times when the flock of crows blocked his view of the field. A quick look at his teammates had been enough to assure him he was the only one seeing the birds. It had not been entirely comforting realization.
He didn't bother going back to his room - after cleaning up he'd taken a book to the common, although he was spending more time spinning his knife on the side table than he was spending reading. A raven was sitting on the windowsill of the window beside him. Not moving, just watching. He couldn't help but look over to it to see if it did something besides sit there, watching, but so far it hadn't.