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eighteen // mutant eggplant-fancier
autumn, 1993 !
𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 and assisting Hagrid with his magical creatures. There was some sort of aura of solace surrounding all various creatures that attracted the girl — she adored Newt Scamander's books, and the details of how every creature can be tamed if worked with in the correct way.
Okay, fine, flashback to why Chiara absolutely despised this strange Divination class and precisely what drove her away needs to be discussed.
A disembodied voice interrupted the sea of students' chatters once the class settles in.
"Welcome, my children. In this room, you scale explore the mysterious art of Divination," Chiara looks around the eclectic classroom, seeing no professor, "in this room, you will discover if you possess..."
Chiara shares a glance with Astoria Greengrass who sat besides her as their professor waltzes dramatically into view. Her hair is puffed up and greying with a colourful bandana holding the front in place, and her robes are much different than what the other teachers wear. She has huge beady eyes from the ginormous square spectacles perched on her nose.
"... the Sight." Their professor finishes before bringing her hands together and looking around. "Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this," She pauses for dramatic effect. "One either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Book's only cloud one's inner eye."
Immediately, Chiara looks down at Charlotte when she scoffs and starts muttering under her breath.
Professor Trelawney rounds on Charlotte instantly, "You, girl! Are your parents bonding well?"
Through gritted teeth, Charlotte responds, "they're fine." Her peers eyed her, some started to whisper.
Chiara frowns because everybody in their close-knit group knows Charlotte's parents recently went through a divorce and this has been a punch to the guts.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Professor Trelawney says gravely. Her mouth is downturned in a frown until a second passes and she's smiling again. "The first term will be devoted to the reading of tea leaves. If all goes well, we will proceed to palmistry, fire omens, and finally... the crystal ball."
