Inside the mind of the Res

[resonant]

Last night I dreamed that I was at Hogwarts uncovering a scandal involving certain professors trading grades for sexual favors.

For confirmation, I sneaked into Lockhart's office. I discovered a silk curtain that could be used to screen off the window so no one could see in, and also a silk-covered -- well, it was a piece of furniture of some sort, like a cross between a sitting pillow, an ottoman, and an armchair. In my mind, the very strangeness of it presaged horrible sexual violations.

There were rumors about Lupin, too, and even about McGonagall.

Why is all this so steeped in menace, you ask? I mean, I read Harry/Snape. I write Harry/Snape.

Ah, but in the dream the person who was being coerced into trading sex for grades was my little brother.

My little brother is thirty-seven and well past the need to trade anything at all for grades, but apparently in my head he's still in need of protection from rapacious authority figures. (I knew I shouldn't have said that stuff about him and Donald Rumsfeld.)

Comments

[persephone-il.livejournal.com]

...Your dreams are interesting. I'd say I wish I had them, except my own dreams sometimes turn into stories for no good reason. I once dreamed about a DADA teacher who used the students as lab rats. He gave them some hallucinogen that made them paranoid.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

Ooh! You know, I'll bet there's a story in that. I can seriously see that happening. (Especially if it were introduced in a subtle way that wasn't easily spotted by the resident Potions expert.)