[ this entire situation is awkward. that's clearly something that occurs to thomas to say, but he doesn't. sniping at hermione isn't going to make this easier. and thomas can feel the sick pull of his own curiosity, the part of him that's more concerned with why this is happening than trying to be tactful about the jumble of memories, the crackle of foreign emotions. ]
Maybe.
[ honest, if vague. thomas scratches at his jaw, shrugs a shoulder, trying to pretend he isn't nurturing a mess of questions. ]
I saw a lot of klunk I didn't recognize. Nothing from the Glade, or the other dreams.
[ though thomas isn't specifying whether they're his own dreams, or the other bleed-through from their fellow passengers. either way, the wand-waving was specific to hermione, and thomas is sure he's in the right place. ]
no subject
Maybe.
[ honest, if vague. thomas scratches at his jaw, shrugs a shoulder, trying to pretend he isn't nurturing a mess of questions. ]
I saw a lot of klunk I didn't recognize. Nothing from the Glade, or the other dreams.
[ though thomas isn't specifying whether they're his own dreams, or the other bleed-through from their fellow passengers. either way, the wand-waving was specific to hermione, and thomas is sure he's in the right place. ]