History Class

A snap of fingers right at my left ear drew me up-I was sucked into a vacuum, away from the bleak rainforest-from my dreams, into the slightly furious eyes of a blue eyed professor.

"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 the 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 wasn't sure if I had learnt something new.

If…

wait a minute!

I pushed my body up to sit upright on the chair, as I found out that I could remember the dream very clearly. Had this being the purpose for its repetition? For remembrance?

"Professor, I think a blast of magic on her cheeks would wake her up faster than a snap of your fingers."

I knew that voice. Rachel. There were a few bouts of laughter at her suggestion.