Several days passed living at Hogwarts. Gwen was receiving high marks in all of her classes, the teachers were lauding her recent successes and even Hermione seemed impressed by her sudden turn around. Gwen of course understood that in the past she hadn't been the best of students.
She was often daydreaming, off in some cloudy world of her own. It was funny to her because she was the same way in the real world. Always thinking about someplace else. Even now, in this great dream world where she could make magic happen she was wishing about home.
All she really wanted was to chat with Chris about one thing or another. Maybe hang out with her pal Gabby. She didn't really have friends like that at Hogwarts. It wasn't that she didn't get along with anyone. It was more that they didn't share any of the same interests.
Most of the other sixth year girls were too concerned with who said what and why they did what they did. Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson were so absorbed in Quidditch that there was no use trying to pull them into a discussion of something else. Gwen was looking for something deeper, someone who was more concerned with what was happening in the world around them.
She could talk to Harry, sure. But he had so much on his mind, what with Voldemort rising again and all of the mysteries surrounding his past. Gwen didn't think it would be fair to boggle him with her own problems. And she still wasn't sure what was really going on.
Hogwarts was so real when she was there. And yet the real world was so real too. She needed to find out what was happening and she wasn't sure whom to approach with the matter. Dumbledore might have an answer, but Gwen was too intimidated to approach him directly. More and more she just wanted the dream to end so she could get back to her life at college.