Dream was waiting on the dais for the last few stragglers to come in. He looked his usual cocky self, lounging around as gave her a grin and an exaggerated wink. The mannerism was so similar to the one he’d given her the other night, that there couldn’t be any doubt about his identity. Dream was Theo, Theo was Dream, and he had been involved in one of the more intense nights of her time at the club. She looked over at Draco, who was rolling his eyes at his friend. Maybe he’d ask Theo to help make her fantasy come true. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive even when he wasn’t transfigured, not to mention they had great sexual chemistry.