There once was a girl.
She was sweet like a baby.
But you fucked her up.
Made her think she was crazy.
I'm that girl.
But I look different lately.
Cos now I'm a monster.
The monster you made me.
- Chloe Adams.
Magical Luck has changed, Magical Luck...
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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars. I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shootin' stars. I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.
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Rosalie was not a fan already of her chosen course, she didn't like what she saw, she also hated that she was sat on a fat little pouffe in a murky, incense-laden room, with Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley as her partners, but behind her were Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, and many others, she wasn't very good with names, or even putting names to faces. And to top it all off, their professor was a complete and utter nut-job. Her name Sybil Trelawney. She was apparently related to the great seer Casandra, but Rosalie won't believe it unless the woman has proof of her relation to her. So, if anyone could see inside Rosalie's mind, they'd know she has no respect for the fraud.
"Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess..." She said as a crimson scrim flutters and Trelawney, glides dramatically her eyes were huge and bug-like behind enormous glasses. She soon continued with her words. "The Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this. One either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Books only cloud one's Inner Eye."
Rosalie quietly scoffed. What a bunch of bullshit, Rosalie thought.
"What a load of rubbish," Hermione whispers, Rosalie watches as Ronald jumps in fright.
"Where'd you come from?" Ronald asks, he was completely baffled at the sight of the bushy haired girl. Rosalie decided to see if there was a certain scent on the girl, and low and behold, she had the time travelers' scent all over her. She knew what the scent was as her father had told her that mother had a time turner, it actually still being in their possession, locked up inside the Potter vault, he had explained to her that one's scent is that of crystalized rock candy, how that was the scent... they didn't really know.
