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Emily nodded, her words kept getting lost in her throat, and talking only made her feel worse. She shakily stood, and had to place her hand firmly against the wall to prevent her knees from collapsing beneath her. Emily took a moment to collect her bearings, she was unsure as to how she had even made it up to the fourth floor from the Slytherin commons. It was only a dream, Emily told herself, angry that she was so upset by it. But the fact that it had actually happened made it all the worse for her to deal with.