"𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮"
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IN WHICH ~ Jupiter Cassiopeia Lestrange thought she could escape her family's dark legacy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but in her second year, Tom Riddle's diar...
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"It did not kill me and it did not make me stronger. It simply was and always will be scorched upon my heart."
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"Good day," said the misty, ethereal voice of Professor Trelawney, drifting up from right behind Harry, Ron, and Jupiter as they stepped into the Divination tower. They all jumped, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. Harry and Ron quickly scurried to a table, leaving Jupiter standing alone. She let out a small huff, crossing her arms, and shot Harry a look that made him flash a guilty, sheepish grin. Not having Hermione in Divination this year was going to be rough.
"Jove!" came a whisper from a nearby table. Jupiter glanced over and recognized the familiar face of Naomi Kaur, the girl she'd met in London.
Naomi was one of the most charming people Jupiter had ever encountered. With her sleek dark hair styled elegantly and large, captivating eyes that sparkled with mischief and warmth, Naomi exuded confidence and charisma. Just being near her was enough to brighten Jupiter's spirits—Naomi's positivity seemed to radiate and fill every space she occupied. Jupiter settled herself in the seat next to her, turning her back to Harry and Ron.
Professor Trelawney's mournful voice filled the room. "You are preoccupied, my dear," she said to Harry, her eyes half-lidded with supposed mystic insight. "My inner eye sees past your brave face to the troubled soul within. And I regret to say that your worries are not baseless. I see difficult times ahead for you, alas, most difficult... I fear the thing you dread will indeed come to pass and perhaps sooner than you think."
Professor Trelawney drifted past them and took her seat in a large winged armchair before the fire. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, Trelawney's most loyal admirers, leaned in close on their poufs, eyes wide as they hung on her every word.
"My dears, it is time for us to consider the stars," Professor Trelawney announced, her voice rising with dramatic importance. "The movements of the planets, the mysterious portents they reveal, are only accessible to those who understand the steps of the celestial dance. Human destiny may be deciphered by the planetary rays, which intermingle within the stars that lay beneath our very minds... And, well, my dear, it is obvious that you were born under the baleful influence of Saturn, yes?"
She turned her gaze onto Harry, who was currently more focused on a smudge on his hand than on her. His chin rested comfortably in his palm, his eyes unfocused as he stared off behind her.
"Harry!" Ron muttered under his breath, nudging him.
"Huh? What?" Harry said, blinking and looking around.
"I was saying, my dear, that you were clearly born under the baleful influence of Saturn," Professor Trelawney repeated, her voice tinged with a touch of annoyance.
