This was it. If she tried and failed one more time, Norah was 100% sure she should give up. No use being upset over this lousy assignment. So much for fortune telling- oops, scrying or whatever it was called. Humph.

So, she started up her systematic breathing once more. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale over and over and over again. It was starting to make her dizzy, but at least she was focused. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. And suddenly, the ball began to fill with mist again. Toning down her excitement because, contrary to her mother's beliefs, she DID learn from her mistakes, she continued her slow, steady breaths. The Ball stayed cloudy, and that was it. No visions of her growing tall or becoming prefect or passing her exams. Just clouds. Sigh. Maybe it was just going to be really cloudy tomorrow. What a shame, she had enjoyed Hogwarts in the sunshine.

It was a valiant effort, anyhow.