6. Divination

“Er… It sort of looks like a Snitch if you squint a bit…” Sirius said, staring into the teacup. “Maybe that means you’re meant to try out for the Quidditch team?”

“Um… Maybe…” said the shy brunette girl whose tea leaves he was reading (and whose name he’d already forgotten).

“Well, go on then, how’s mine look?” he asked eagerly. Not that he believed in divination, but maybe it’d say he would be a rock star who hung out with bikini-clad women all day...

“Sort of like… A dog?” she said.

And just like that, Sirius was suddenly a believer.