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Inner Eye
Who: Bianca Dunstan
What: Has a vision while making lunch
When: Around 11:30 AM, Monday November 3rd
Where: In her flat
Rating: PG

Bianca, like most of the wizarding world, had the day off and this time had managed not to spend it all baking. Her cookie jar was already fully restocked, and she was nibbling on one as she was getting things ready for lunch. She loved to cook, and often times wished she wasn't cooking for one, but she never had the nerve to ask people over for a dinner party or anything.

She opened up her bread box and took out the fresh loaf stored within, and set it on the counter. As she looked down at it, her vision went white around the edges. She knew what was coming and frantically moved to hold onto the counter so she didn't fall. She made it just before her field of vision went entirely white and she stood stock still in the kitchen.

Her little kitchen vanished, and was replaced by a woman with vibrant red hair, deeper and redder than her own. It brought to mind blood or flames, something that evoked fear. But she'd seen that face before, in a dream she thought, and hoped, was nothing more than just that. The woman had been a crone, growing younger as she walked toward Bianca, becoming the woman Bianca saw now. But now she looked at Bianca with burning intensity in her eyes, and her mouth moved, as though she was speaking. The vision was silent, not a word or sound clued Bianca in to what she was saying.

But her face loomed closer, and suddenly see what pressing her lips against Bianca's in a kiss that wasn't sweet, wasn't kind, and wasn't loving. It was hardly passionate - at least not the kind of passion Bianca secretly longed for. It left her cold and scared. This woman, whoever she was, had a motive and that kiss was only the beginning.

With a shiver, Bianca saw the vision fade, reality leaking in slowly, cushioning her with familiarity. She didn't understand the vision at all, but she memorized every detail. That woman, whoever she was, terrified her, and she knew she needed to talk to someone about it. She just wasn't sure who she could trust with her visions.