Molly had seen the comments over the network over the past few days about people experiencing strange dreams. She hadn't spoken up, not wanting to say that she hasn't, for fear it was taken as bragging. Some people seemed happy enough to have an experience different than their own. However, for many, it seemed to be more unsettling than anything.
Molly wondered what the hotel might show her. However, so far, there was nothing out of the norm from her dreams. At least not that she could remember upon waking.
As she strolled through the relatively quiet hotel, she thought she heard music, then an unfamiliar clanging, coming from one of the rooms and followed her ears. They led her to a room on the main floor, cozy in its decor and lightning. The color palette of the room reminded her a little of the Gryffindor Common Room and put her at ease. There was a large wooden rectangular structure in the center of the room. It resembled a table, except it was sunken in the center and a green surface. On the surface, there were different colored balls spread out, seemingly at random, some solid and some stripped.
In the corner, curled up in one of the leather chairs, was a young girl with dark skin and dark hair. She looked to be a bit younger than Molly herself. Probably still a teenager, if she had to guess. The girl had clearly fallen asleep. Molly wondered if she should wake the girl, in case the chair less comfortable than it looked and she wanted to get herself to bed instead. Approaching the girl and gently shaking her, Molly felt herself pitching forward.
When she blinked open her eyes again, she found herself in an unfamiliar field. She looked out and saw people holding sticks - what looked like longer, slimmer versions of Beaters bats. Except this was clearly not Quidditch. No one was on broomsticks. She turned and saw the girl she had just found in the room standing there, beckoning to her. Molly tentatively walked over.