Yet again, her first instinct was to dismiss the nightmares, to say that they were nothing. Probably even just a week or two ago, she would have. Even now, it took her a moment of focusing, biting down gently on her lower lip before she admitted, "About... everything. The Ministry, the- the government, the-" Her eyes fell to his arm, where she knew the Mark was even though she couldn't see it through his shirt, and she added even more softly, "The Death Eaters."
Her brow remained furrowed, and she kept her eyes down in her lap, fussing with the shirt she was wearing as she continued, "I keep dreaming that I'm terrified. That I'm running through all this fog, and then I see things- things like what I mentioned, just flashes of them. And in the dreams I'm so terrified, and I know I should be terrified, but then- then I wake up. And for a second my heart is racing and I'm still scared, but then it's like... I can't explain it." Biting her lip again, she glanced up at him, somehow feeling awkward and a bit nervous as she tried to explain, "It's like for a second everything is clear but then it gets all muffled again. Like the fog in my dream. And I can't remember why I was ever scared. Because I know it's just bad dreams. Except-" She shook her head. Except was it?