The first thought that crosses my mind when I wake up the next morning is one of determination to finally find an adequate alternative for my Occlumency. Something, anything, to distract myself or at least blow off some steam with. Because not only is Granger haunting my dreams at more and more regular intervals, the images are also becoming more and more vivid. To make today's experience perfect, I even imagine to smell her shampoo. What a torture.