Aidon watched intently as Becca read the prophecy on the parchment. He nodded, the uproar in his brain fizzling as time went by. He nodded to her when she announced that she would be taking the issue to Ms. Taylor.
"I'm not too sure on my Quidditch history," Aidon admitted. "But you don't think there's anything else to this prophecy?..." he paused, his own curiosity seeming to not be so germane as before. He shook his head slightly. "I dunno...It seemed too obvious to me. I've never, if I can remember, had a prophecy that was so vague and simple. I might just be overthinking this...." he smiled to Becca as she thanked him. Seeing as Becca had the written prophecy, he lifted his hand and carefully pocketed the glass orb once again. He then looked up at Becca with another smile.