"No," he shook his head and sighed. "Your mother too, though I cannot say if it extends to muggles as well. Mrs. Stewart was raving about the end of the world today, but that is normal for her on Sundays. What else did you see in your dream?" Frank had to smile, because the other part of his dream was Neville doing as he please, and when he pleased. Not by anyone's hour clock. He was proud of what he saw Neville become in his dreams, and if that was the way things were supposed to happen, he would have gladly allowed himself to be tortured until he was nearly a vegetable.