Albus frowned at the strained smile. It was so like her, to try and make light of every situation. That was something he could never do. "Well...blood doesn't always mean death..." That was Divination, speaking. "It can mean life, or energy, or even disappointment."
He had a secret wish to now know all things she was pushing to the back of her mind, but thought it was terribly rude to ask. He was always so overly analytical, to the point where it was annoying. At her suddenly jarred tone, Albus studied her face carefully. Thoughtful and unnerved.
"Let see...no bodies-that means devoid of life. And Hogwarts...that could mean home, maybe...like comfort. And the thing waiting in the distance..." he shook his head. "I don't know...but-maybe you should find out." It was unfair of him to ask, but it just sort of slipped out.
"I mean, ultimately, you're conscious controlled a bit of your dreams. That's why we tend to dream of things we think about right before going to sleep. But...it might be unsettling."