Sometimes when Drew was given potions to fix his broken bones he dreamt. He wasn't really sure what it was about the potion that did that, but over the course of his years at Hogwarts he had grown to dread it, always knowing when he heard the snapping and splintering of bone that the dreams were coming. Mostly they made sense, like when recounting his past encounters with his bullies and reliving the beatings he'd gone through. Other times they were very, very strange, like something they'd be interested in talking about at St Mungo's. This particular dream, unfortunately, belonged to the latter category.
Drew was alone, standing in the middle of an open field where all he could see for miles around was empty meadows with not even a single tree in sight. The skies overhead were a dark and foreboding mess of swirling greys and blacks and occasionally Drew could hear a distant rumbling, although he never saw any lightning. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by a huge crowd, silently stood; nameless figures with no faces, seemingly staring at him even though they had no eyes. They said nothing, and were so quiet that even though his eyes saw it he couldn't believe they were really there. Then, in perfect unison, they turned their backs to him, ignoring his questions, ignoring his pleas for them to listen.
Then the crowd parted, and a shining light came towards him. He could tell there was a person under there but the light was blinding him, and for one small moment he thought that this was 'the light' that he heard people talking about in reference to death. Maybe his struggles were over now...
When Drew finally came to his senses enough to realise that in place of that angelic, blinding light was Chenda, he gave a shocked gurgle of confusion before turning bright scarlet and then nearly falling out of the bed when he tried to edge away for some obscure reason. When he recovered his composure he cleared his throat.
"Um, hi Chenda." He was drenched in sweat, and half wondered if he'd said anything stupid or offensive in his sleep.