>>6160935Could make sense of it later. Ask Macy if she might know something… need to get her on that muggle trivia show, considering all the random crap she knew.
Emmy, she felt a bit cagey too… but you tried to push through it; you would keep her safe.
And?
Thinking about Macy winning a million pounds because she knew when Gibraltar was founded and its original name for some silly reason made your heart a touch lighter.
It was fine.
It <span class="mu-i">had</span> to be.
You did doubt a Professor that smelled like weed and now booze was what your prophecy was talking about, what Mini-Me had implied you would need an ancient, powerful wand to face.
Yet?
Maybe you got why Aubrey was like how she was, a little more. The paranoia. Because one half of you wanted to fight, the other flee and yet all there were was a set of soft hands, cute little half blue moons on the nails beckoning you to give her your hands.
Well, you did have your taser earrings on if nothing else.
Then just very soft hands on you and your little twin’s palms in a second, running over little callouses or scars received playing in the yard. The creases from when you learned to hold a wand when you, mom, and Em played with stick ones; those you and Emmy got that almost matched, after getting real wands and began using them.
You could finish this up. Lunch. Process some… disconcerting info.
Yeah. You have it Jenn.
You needed information.
Power.
Whatever it took to keep them safe.
And a crazy Divinations teacher? She might be able to help. An asset, the Slytherin in you said quietly.
“Hmmm… just as similar as expected… I think you will do well at Quidditch try-outs tomorrow, Miss Emily. Watch your head, though. Miss Jennifer? Go see your friend in the library after a bit. Or don’t, I am just your teacher, not your keeper.”
“Wait? That’s it? No stuff about lifelines or kids or when we are going to find our true loves?”, Emmy kind of shouts out. “This…this is crap! Tell me and my sister all that, then!? This? What about the dumb sticks!?”, and your twin just sounded and you know felt scandalized.
“Ha! Feisty. Well… I can say this: there are plenty of ways to interpret the patterns you kept throwing. As many as there are witches, really. But… my own efforts for a while, no matter the means? They are darker than usual. Despair. Conflict. Fear. Loss, except for the one where I predicted I would find a lost Galleon; that was nice since it bought my drinks in town that weekend. Yours, though? Your “dumb sticks”? Finding. Friends. Secrets. And… Doom. The fate kind of doom, not the everyone is going to die kind, necessarily. You are special girls, and I can say with some certainty you will have one another to deal with what may come. Of that much? I am sure from what I saw and you have said. But? Honestly? It is giving me a headache to consider everything about my new favorite students and their future; need to grab some medicine.”
