Divination was an odd one. Amber quite liked it and she had this urge to believe. Magic was possible afterall, so why was Divination so implausible to so many? It was just that living in Devon, within the 'arty' community, you got so many muggle travellers visiting the area with their tarot cards and crystals and scary starey eyes and ..Amber believed those people to be nothing more than loons and frauds.

Still, she liked to keep an open mind.

Entering the classroom through a trapdoor was pretty exciting though. She was beaming as her head appeared on the other side. Up she went the rest of the way to be greeted by a fresh, cool breeze. Unexpected up here, but very welcome. "Hello, Professor." She greeted and, clutching her book, took a seat, offering a smile to the people around her.