Who: Michael and Stephen (!grabme) What: Michael has some questions Where: Stephen's house. When: Backdated to just after Michael and Stephen's dream. Rating: Confrontational.
Michael had woken with a start after his dream about Stephen. It had been odd. It hadn't been the first time he'd dreamt about Stephen, but the dream had felt so real and he felt-
Damp. Why was he damp? Not just damp, he was soaking wet. Had he been sweating all night?
Pulling himself out of his bed, Michael stared at the damp sheets and pillow cases, as though he'd been doused in water in his sleep. The way he'd fallen into the dream river.
He stood staring at his bed a few moments longer before he turned to find his clothes. He could see out of the window that it was dawn, early morning anyway. He had to go and see Stephen.
Pulling off his wet clothes (he was glad the house elves were unlikely to ask any questions) and finding some dry ones, Michael was dressed and heading out of the dorm. Yes, he was going to have to walk down to the village in the very still, very quiet morning, unarmed and alone, but what else was he supposed to do? It wasn't something he could just casually drop into conversation next time he and Stephen spoke, because they didn't speak. So it had to be done like this.
Even the brisk walk didn't calm him down. If anything he was getting more and more anxious, more questions were springing up in his mind.
Daphne was going to be annoyed at being woken up so early, and Michael was well expecting a wand pointed at his chest when the door opened. Still, he thumped on the door, shivering as the wind blew through his damp hair.
Stephen was the man of the house, it stood to reason that he'd be the one to answer the door. He was a traditionalist like that. No good morning, no 'sorry to disturb you'. Michael put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes.