Divination class was everything Harriet, for some reason, hoped it would be. Small round tables with purple velvet table cloths covered with rubies and gems. Of course their teacher Madame Mac was all you could ever ask for she had dark hair, beautiful features that suggested a mixed race background, a single mole beneath her right eye, and nipple piercings. She was not wearing a bra, and she was wearing a very light pink shirt made from a fabric more often used for summer scarfs. Her nipple piercings were clear. She sat on the edge of a large round table situated at the front of the classrooms. She stared upwards, showing off her neckline and collarbones, and after a while, she finally looked back at the students.
"Are you all done staring at my nipples?" She said angrily "great, then let us begins, and this class better remember where my eyes are."
Madam Mac circled her table at the front "usually I teach tarot cards for a first lesson, but today I'm not in the mood. Today lets look into our crystals." Harriet looked into her crystal. Over the table sat Romero, except them the only other person from her dorm that had this class was Michael, and he was sitting across from another boy, making kissy faces at him through the crystal.
"Look into the crystal, look hard and tell me what you see" Madam Mac cried. Harriet looked into the crystal, she saw Romero's hand's through the crystal, and the table cloth. Romero took a pen wrote on his hand and then turned it, showing the word 'the future' written on his palm. Harriet laughed.
"You child, what do you see" Madam Mac pointed to Harriet. Harriet looked with horror to Romero. Romero grinned.
"The future?" Harriet grimaced.
"And what does the future hold for you?" She asked and Harriet sweated.
"I go up a bra size?" Harriet suggested.
"You see only your own future, you are small minded" Madam Mac said, and waved her away. Fantastic.
"I see something" Michael said.
"What?" She turns sharply with excited fire streaming from her eyes.
"The love of my life."
Madam Mac sighed "okay. This was my fault." She walked over to her table and picked up a large stack of tarots card.
"Lets begin by making believers out of you."
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Harriet Roswell and the School of Witchcraft
FantasiaHarry Potter but trans- but original - but good. Harriet never had many friends, you might as well say she never had any friends. Could Becky from math class who spoke to her only to borrow pencils even be included as a friend? Was it transphobia, r...
