Spencer followed Gabe, breathing in the air of the potions. There was something vaguely comforting about it, the mix of smells and steam in the air reminding Spencer a little of the greenhouses. When Gabe spoke again, though, he swallowed hard, pushing his hair back behind his ear. Telling William about them hadn't exactly been the most fun experience the other day, and the four dreams he'd had since then had worsened in intensity.
"It's about -- all of us," he said, staring at the floor, hands in his pockets. "Here, at Hogwarts. And -- bad things are happening, the building's on fire, or it's collapsing, or there are -- kids dying, or -- it's like another war. Or an attack. And it feels, it feels real."