"I think it might," Hermione said conspiratorially. "We have reason to believe that people's dreams are coming true somewhat. Maybe the reverse is true for you?" She hadn't missed the way Romilda's cheeks had pinked, but one more clue into what was going on could only help. Or at the very least, if her dreams weren't related, Hermione supposed the 'dream' hadn't necessarily been a dream. The mind was a very strange thing, and behaved quite strangely. The fact that Romilda was missing information was proof. "Please, just tell me. I promise not to tell anyone."