When Gwen awoke she felt the most refreshed she ever had. She grinned at the wane light pouring in through the windows of the common room and the light drizzle of late March rain pattering softly. How long she had been sleeping she wasn't entirely certain but she remembered every second of her dream.
She was certain that if she attempted any changes in her physical form that she would become a gorgeous white Trumpeter swan with a dark black beak and soft yellow eyes. Gwen changed quickly in the dorms and ambled down to McGonagall's office. She sat outside waiting for her godmother to come down and start the day.
"Why Guenivere?" She said as she nearly tripped over her. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I thought we could try a little practice run today."
"I thoroughly doubt you're ready for that advanced sort of magic yet."
"I read all night Aunt Minerva and I had a dream. My dreams are usually pretty accurate premonitions."
McGonagall snorted. "Divination is the most ridiculous branch of magic." She said, slowly trailing out at the resolute look on Gwen's face. "If you're that determined then we'll practice, but it's too early yet. Come meet me after your classes are finished."
Gwen couldn't wait for the day to end.