These days, Stephens could only sleep soundly when he was near John.
Those whispers were growing clearer and clearer.
It was as though they were calling to him.
He saw the White Wolf, then a knight riding a Skeleton Horse.
He also saw people with pointed ears, and a Unicorn neighing as silver blood flowed from it.
His expression twisted with struggle, his face full of pain.
"Stephens, Stephens!"
Someone shook him, and at last he jolted awake and sat up.
His roommates had gathered around his bed.
"Were you having a nightmare?" a fellow Hufflepuff asked with concern.
Others pulled out their hidden snacks and hastily stuffed them into Stephens's hands. They crowded around him, telling him how frightening he had been.
"You were saying things none of us could understand. Your voice was terrifyingly hoarse and cold."
A brown-haired boy in striped pajamas said fearfully, "You also said blood was the only color of the White Frost."
"Did I really say that, Targaryen?"
Stephens froze. He had no memory of ever talking in his sleep.
But all his roommates nodded.
Stephens realized that the whispers' influence on him was growing stronger.
"Targaryen, do you have any Good Sleep Potion left?"
He had discovered that, in this state, he could see more things.
That other world, completely different from this one, and the magic used by the people with pointed ears.
Targaryen suffered from chronic insomnia and needed a sleeping potion to fall asleep peacefully.
Hearing this, Targaryen hesitated. "What are you planning?"
"If anything happens to me, go find Professor Wick," Stephens said earnestly. "Trust me."
Targaryen gritted his teeth. "All right. Just a small spoonful will give you a good night's sleep."
Stephens planned to visit that world again.
Those things had ill intentions. The more he