In the boy's dormitory, Albus lay uncomfortably in his bed, his back aching from odd sleeping positions and his current reading position. The Interpretation of Dreams sunk into his mind and eyes, and with a sort of morbid curiosity, he read Freud's psychological approach to dreams. He'd have to thank Molly for sending him such an interesting book.
He was only interrupted by a tiny bird flinted across his face-and-almost instantly and without thinking about it at all-Albus' fingertips caught a parchment-colored crane by its tail. As he stared at it, memories or his father enchanting white cranes to fly across their house rolled through his head. He unfolded the crane with curiosity...
...and smiled slightly. That night, his deep thought had gotten the better of him, and, plagued in a way with thoughts about his own nightmares, he hadn't slept through the night at all.
With his hands preoccupied in folding the paper crane back to its edged state, Albus walked from his dorm and down to the Ravenclaw Common Room, where he saw Isabella curled up in a ball. Concerned suddenly, he approached her. “Bella? You okay?” He held up her folded-again note. “Got your note.”