Paul regretted stepping into the tent as soon as he stepped into the tent.

It smelled weird. He was reminded, horribly, of the muggle tale he had heard once about a wicked witch having a house made of candy, and she'd invite children over to her house..or lured them there, or something, and then she'd COOK THEM.

Paul was glad, in this moment, HE WAS NOT A CHILD.

AHEM.

He DID sit down next to David and pulled Julia with him. If he wasn't so concerned, he would be admiring how adorable this first year was, or how charming David was. Sigh.

"Well...Miss Black...if you would uh...you can do my fortune first...unless...or you could do us all at the same time..whatever your uh..system is." He cleared his throat.