Cousin’s not Muggles!
I’m out the back of my cousin’s house trying to fly my new broom. I don’t seem to be having much success, though I keep getting interrupted because I can’t do this while my Muggle Aunty and Uncle keep interrupting me.
I’m at my cousins’ house telling Ben that it’s okay if he wants to go to Hogwarts tonight, but I would prefer if he would also be able to come back tonight. At some point Ben morphs into my cousin, and I tell her that she can use my broom to fly there as my broom is much faster than hers. She seems happy with this and tells me that she should be back in about twenty minutes. I try to fall asleep in her bedroom but with little success, I’m too excited at the prospect of returning to Hogwarts. I want to read something about Hogwarts, just to prove to myself that it does in fact exist. Someone is here with me, and he walks into my others cousins room and comes out with a book about Hogwarts. I’m relieved at this, as I have something from the ‘Magic’ world to keep me in touch. This guy also goes into my Aunt and Uncles room, and comes back out with a Dictionary of Magic.
I’m at a nightclub and I’m about to go on with my friend. On entering club it becomes more of a hotel. I’m trying to explain to my friend that I go to Hogwarts, that regardless of what she has read about Hogwarts it is in fact a real place but I can’t get her to believe me.
Magical Shrinking Alley
I appear to be out in a dark alleyway, walking along with some characters from Harry Potter (Mr Weasley stands out in my mind). I tell them that I’m finding it hard to maintain a belief in magic and Hogwarts. I point at a wall and say “see, that’s real. How can I say the same of Hogwarts?” Someone points his wand at the wall and it recedes magically into a tiny alleyway, through which only a miniature person could possibly fit. I look into this alleyway and see a small person running along it, which convinces me that I must have more belief in magic without requiring constant proof that it exists.
I’m at Hogwarts, though it appears to resemble more of a hotel than a school. I’m walking down some stairs, saying to someone that I’m glad I’m here to experience this, but I’m afraid that at any moment it will all fade, as if it’s a dream. I enter a bar area and there’s a guy here who I seem to know. He says he’s been waiting for me. He appears familiar though I’m not entirely sure why.