Tag wasn't quite sure what she was insinuating. He looked up at her suspiciously. Did she mean dreams as in, aspirations? What did she mean by your age?He was pretty sure that none of his friends were having this sort of dream. He could have asked Thump, but he'd been in detention for four days straight.
Tag swallowed and continued. He had come this far.
"I dreamt about . . . you. Not a bad dream," he added quickly. A slight flush was creeping up his neck. She was going to think he was creepy. "It was in Charms class. It was the oddest thing, I never dream about classes." Except when I'm in my underwear, doing sums at the chalkboard. "But the weird thing is how real everything felt. I thought I was actually sitting there talking about charms! I mean, I even got bored while you were talking." Tag realized that last part was too much detail, but it was too late. "Anyways part of me still feels like it happened, and all my friends think I'm nuts to think so. Am I really. . . delusional, professor?" Tag sat back in his chair, watching her face anxiously. If she thought he was insane, she would tell him. But deep down, he was hoping she would tell him that he'd tapped into some alternate universe where his alternate person earned points for an alternate Ravenclaw and spouted witty phrases.