>>6160937“Is… is that it?”
“Can only see what I can see. A good lesson for Divination in general.”, and the apparently far older woman just gives a wane smile. “And Miss Emily? I am afraid that is a bit outside of what I can predict; how many nieces you will give your sister to love. That is all you. Assuming we don’t all die soon, given my auguries being somewhat grim as of late, of course.”, and she gives your hands back, opens a drawer, pulls out a small flask and… is that a joint?
“Wait! What! I don’t want to die!”
“Few do. And? Fate can always be altered, younger Miss Sanders; affected in some way. Even Prophesies, as powerful as they are, if you are clever enough. Shouldn’t need to worry about that though, since as good at my job as I am and as talented as my two most interesting students are, I don’t think we have any True Seers in the room right now.”
Yeah. Yep. Just keep a straight face, Jenn.
“Yeah… captains of our own ship, Emmy. I’ll be there, take care of anything that happens. Have to be a good big sister every once in a while, so I can be a good aunt to Alice.”
“Fantastic attitude, elder Miss Sanders, one point Thunderbird. But? Ah? Do mind lighting me up? I don’t really want to get up, grab my wand, to just sit back down… or think I have a muggle lighter somewhere… want to help me find it, Miss Jennifer? Got my old crystal ball on the desk, if you want to take a look.”
<span class="mu-s">Third Drawer, under a stack of old of essays on the right.</span>
Shit.
<span class="mu-i">Back?</span>
<span class="mu-s">Was just thinking. Seeing Macy later might be wise.</span>
Fuck…
“Third drawer? Maybe? Really need to keep better track of your things, Ma’am.”, and Professor Cross looks down shuffles around a bit.
“Ah! There that darn thing is. Looking for it for like a year. Thank you; would lose my head if it wasn’t attached. One point Thunderbird.”, and she flicks the silver Zippo embossed with a Snake-Wood Tree… one of the symbols of the School.
A Snake-Wood tree…. Huh.
“Would you like a puff? Might help your next class. Who knows, other than the Fates themselves, though?”, the… <span class="mu-i">odd</span> and apparently quite skilled red-head asked before lighting up. “Don’t worry, I’ll cast a Refreshing Charm if you two need. Appreciate it, these headaches come and go, especially when trying to much of the Art at once.”
“Jenn!”, your sister just whispers. “We can’t get high with a fricking teacher!”, like someone who hadn’t tried to guzzle a cocaine fueled potion the evening before.
“It is purely for medicinal and Divination purposes, I assure you. I have explicit permission from our esteemed Headmistress and Headmaster to have it, as well as to allow talented students in this Art to consume it, if I believe it may help their studies in this discipline; I can even write you a note. Ha! You should see the things I have in my office if this is concerning, Miss Emily.”
“Two hours!”
