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Something-omancy. There's his answer. He didn't exactly open his mouth to say it, nope. There was already a wave of people shouting and mumbling answers out. So something from that has to be right because, hello, there's Ravenclaws here, although one of them didn't get the pj memo. He'd offer his Hufflepuff blanket to her if she asks. If she asks. She was a few tables away and that was EFFORT to get up and be nice. EFFORT.
Anyways yeah, something-omancy because something was right. Dec just simply kept drinking his tea while all this was happening. He set down his cup, raking his fingers through his hair. Speaking of, it was getting really shaggy. Desperate need of a haircut. Maybe the crystal ball will tell him when to get it and what the form of divination it was used in. Tightning the blanket around his shoulders, he peered into the glass sphere for something.
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