Emmalyn heard the professor speak out over the class to her. “I’m okay. Not a single scratch on me. Just clumsy hands this afternoon. Won’t happen again.” At least she hoped it wouldn’t happen again. She finished collecting all of the pieces of glass and handed the mirror over to Derf for repair. “Thanks again.”

After getting back into her seat, Emmalyn focused on the task at hand. She picked up another mirror, this one to remain unbroken, and took a few moments to position it just so that the sun’s light reflected on her fingers. With a huff, she sat the mirror back down and reached into her bag for her glasses. Finger reading was far too intricate for her to do without being able to see her best.

With glasses in place and mirror back in hand, she began inspecting the fingers of her dominate left hand. She was actually surprised by how much her nails looked simply boring. No white dots, no ridges, no yellow, and no red. She did, however have that black spot on her thumb from smashing it just days before.
Wondering if that counted as a black spot or just an injury, she raised her hand “Excuse me, Professor. I have a sort of black spot or mark on my thumb. It was from smashing it a few days ago playing quidditch. Does that count as a black spot and misfortune, or was it simply misfortune that I have a black spot?”