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This was one area of the castle Nem had seldom visited, bar a little poking around when they first got here, and then some more prying when they were scouting out locations a little after that. They didn't take Divination. Believed it to an extent, sure, whatever, plenty of documentation in that regard, and there was also the Evans brat. Nem just didn't set much store by that branch of magic, not really. They found it impossible to see anything as being set in stone, and predictable by prophecy, and all the lesser aspects of Divination were... well, just that. Lesser. Unimportant. Sometimes, Nem did think about it - more the effect a prophecy would have on a person, how they might be influenced into bringing it to fruition, intentionally or otherwise - and occasionally they read about it, but mostly they could not make an interest in the subject manifest. After a point, it was just conjecture and coincidence.
All this to say that Nem had never had any cause to go to a Divination lesson, or to interact with the Divination professor. Until today, at least. Today they were mixing things up.
Arriving at Kitridge's office, Nem made to knock on the door, but were brought up short by the golden sparkles. "Really." Whatever. They rapped sharply on the wood - shave-and-a-haircut - and took a step back.
Hard pass on the fluffy chairs. |