School, Lavender couldn't help but smile slightly. A tiny part of her would do almost anything to go back to Hogwarts - just not sixth or seventh year, actually fifth year hadn't been that great either. Still, she missed the halls, the moving stairs, the ghosts.
She dreamt about going back, going back before everything had happened, and then there were the dreams during it all - during the battle of Hogwarts, and then everything that spiraled out of it.
Lavender nodded. "All my dreams are of the past," she laughed slightly, almost bitterly. "It's getting rather annoying, in a way."
Then of course there were the nightmares of the last few months here, the nightmares of the full moon. They almost made Lavender never want to sleep.