❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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XLII. CORRUPTION
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❝They trap us in borders, the adults,
it's the survival of the fittest❞
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DIVINATION, OH DIVINATION, THE SUBJECT in which she felt the most stupid at next to Defence Against the Dark Arts. And it wasn't even the subject's fault, rather it seemed to always be a problem because of Professor Trelawney and the way the witch would constantly make her think that she was the most terrible at the subject — horrendous even.
Perhaps like any other rational people, she should've dropped the subject when she could've. But she couldn't help but be intrigued by it. Planets... Omen... If she had to admit it, she would admit that she was a bit superstitious in her own way. It would be nice to learn what the Wizarding world find superstitious in a good way, or maybe the bad.
It does tend to get weird and rather not enjoyable, especially whenever the educator would predict Harry's 'death', but if you look pass that, it's quite an interesting subject.
However, Harry and Ron liked the subject merely because it meant they would be able to fool around, and unlike Lucia, they would always pass, which she thought was simply rubbish since they tend to put little-to-no efforts when it came about their predictions. Like, who would believe that someone's going to get cats rained on them?
Oh yeah, Professor Trelawney.
Then there were those constant predictions about Harry's death that Lucia hope that will one day end, because she much appreciates it if it did. Lucia felt unnerved by those predictions because what if they end up being true?
It would be too much for her to even imagine any of her friends being pronounced dead, much less Harry.
If she were in a book, Lucia would say that the death of Harry and her friends would certainly be one of the many, many of her villain origin stories. Albeit cliché, but she didn't exactly have much to offer except for those she cares for, so there's that...
Anyway, as Harry and Lucia climbed inside the tower, a thin woman, heavily draped in shawls and glittering with strings of beads, with glasses hugely magnifying her eyes was busy putting copies of battered, leather-bound books on each of the spindly little tables with which her room was littered. The lights cast by lamps were all so dim as it was covered by scarves and the low-burning, sickly-scented fire that she appeared not to notice either of them as they took a seat in the shadows.
