A snap of fingers right at my left ear drew me up—away from the vacuum of the bleak rainforest in my dreams—into the presence of a blue-eyed professor whose eyes burned with gentle fury.
“Sleeping in class on your first day??”
A repeat of the sentence scrawled past his parched lips which informed me that his voice had been what had interrupted my dream.
I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful for that or not.
On one hand, I had been cut off from being plagued by those wraiths, and on the other hand, I hadn’t learnt something new.
If…
Wait a minute!
I pushed my body to sit upright on the chair, as I discovered that I could remember the dream vividly.
Was this the purpose for its repetition? For remembrance?
“Professor, I think a blast of magic on her cheeks would wake her up fast
