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Despite his ambivalence toward the subject itself, Heath was looking forward to the first divination lesson of the term for the simple reason that he could always count on Professor Kitridge’s sunny personality to lift his spirits. He entered the classroom expecting to hear snaps, but instead he found the room eerily quiet. Even the professor's smile seemed… off somehow. Not that he could blame her a bit! He didn't feel very smiley himself as is He couldn't imagine how he'd feel if he had to stand in front of a room full of students, surrounded by hooded figures that he could only assume were Rosier's cronies. "Hello, Professor Kitridge," he greeted, managing a faint smile in return.
Eager to put as much space between himself and the hooded figures as possible, he beelined for the table closest to the back of the room, taking the empty seat nearest to Claudine. Was he allowed to say hi to her? Better not risk it with those hooded goons here! Instead of a verbal grerting, he gave her a nod of acknowledgement. Soon his eyes were drawn to the rocks on the table, and his curiosity was genuonely piqued. He didn't know rocks related to divination! Wait, they were for divination and not throwing at each other, right?The way this term had gone so far, you never could tell!
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |