Madam Pince and Violet's voices echoed in his ears. He drew three little turtles in a row on the blank space of his Potions homework, then two Trevors beside his Defense Against the Dark Arts assignment...
Seamus held his quill and scribbled absentmindedly. It was not until he nearly smudged his completed Transfiguration homework that he suddenly snapped out of it. He hurriedly put away the assignments for each subject, slipped his quill and ink into his pocket, and got up to leave the Library.
The walk from the Library back to Gryffindor Tower should have taken only a few minutes, but it took him nearly half an hour. Sir Cadogan led him astray onto a spiral staircase halfway through, making him go around several extra times.
Back in the Common Room, he sat down on the sofa in a daze and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The logs in the fireplace burned quietly, occasionally crackling softly. The sound entered his mind and gradually sketched out a dream.
Time passed rapidly in the dream, as though someone had pressed fast-forward. For some reason, everyone except him quickly graduated, quickly started families, quickly found work and earned promotions. In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed. Some busybody had organized a class reunion, and the gathering place was somehow the Hogwarts Library. To make matters worse, everyone had agreed.
Seamus found it utterly absurd, then agreed to attend the reunion.
His classmates and friends gathered in the dream, each talking about their recent lives. Loren had become a Legendary Wizard on a Chocolate Frog Card, with books publishing tales of his adventures; Hermione had become Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, while newspaper headlines were full of news about her campaign for Minister; Harry had become captain