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lavendrrsβ:
βProfessor, you have no idea how much that means to me. To be of your brightest studentsβ¦when surely, so many insightful seers have been inspired by your brilliance,β Lavender beamed, even as her nerves twist her stomach in knots. She had done readings in front of and for Sybill plenty of times in class - so why did it feel so daunting now?Β βIβm still trying to get a handle on palmistry. You know me, preferring the stars and tea leaves. But left hand, here we go!β Lavender repeated her process on her former professorβs left hand, honing all her energy into discovering the meaning behind each shape and indentation.Β βProfessor, I senseβ¦.I sense nothing.β She dropped Sybillβs hand and let her head fall into her own.Β βAm I losing my touch?β
βah, well. part time seers, perhaps...- the popularity of the noble art has certainly sunk over the past few... decades...β honestly, sheβs made a little flustered. itβs EASY to bestow kindness onto lavender, who had always shown such honest interest in her subject ( and had such talent for it ! ). itβs far harder to admit & deal with the harsh reality of theirs being a dying art. it was a horrible thought that someday her talents might be rendered useless entirely - though there was a bit more concern for what that would do to her financial affairs than much else. she chuckles and agrees that she does remember lavenderβs preference, voice kept down so as not to break the others concentration. frown appears quickly.Β βnothing?β maybe sheβs just unused to honesty. most of her students have a history of making it up even when they canβt sense anything, after all.Β βiβm sure- my dear, iβm sure youβre not. everyone has an off color day. itβs important to let the fates work at their ownΒ speed, let them tell you what they want to whenΒ they want to - of course... they might decide never to speak to you again.... but thatβs- iβm sureΒ thatβs not whatβs going to happen here. maybe youβve over exerted your inner eye.β
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Lavender beams as she takes Sybillβs hand in hers.Β βI wonβt lie - Iβm nervous, Professor. I want to make you proud. Honestly, I donβt know where I would be without you or your class. You are my inspiration and Iβm β Iβm rambling, arenβt I? My apologies, Professor. Okay, letβs see what we have hereβ¦.β She begins to trace the lines in Sybillβs palm with her finger, yearning for the truth she knows each line contains. She closes her eyes, searches her heart and findsβ¦.nothing. She frowns, before glancing at her role model.Β βIs this your dominant hand? May I look at the other?β
βoh, thereβs no need to be nervous, dear! you were one of the brightest i ever taught - i knew that very first day, when i saw just how open your mind was, i knew youβd go far,β there was certainly no need to apologize for rambling, given sybillβs own tendency to indulge in much the same. she continued to murmur things about lavenderβs undeniable talent and crystal clear inner eye into nothingness, losing her train of thought as she watches the other work intently. βwell, iβm right handed-β no cause for concern, just yet : sheβs a little taken aback, but she offers her other hand without second thought. βbut i have been known to favor my left, at times. oh, i hope thereβs no misfortune.β for someone apparently hoping for none, thereβs a weird amount of excitement in her voice at the thought.Β
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βmy dear, nothing would make me happier than to see how far youβve come,β comes a downright heartyΒ response, hand shooting outwards without hesitation, palm already turned to the sky. thereβs realΒ excitement to the way in which her whole body seems to move forward, too, all the better to see the lines criss crossing her own hand and watch as lavender studied her fate. she doesnβt even see fit to mention how she could do all this, herselfΒ - doing so would take something away from this professor / student interaction, and sybill is too fond of lavender to allow anythingΒ to ruin it.Β βwhere to start, where to start...- perhaps my love life is not an appropriate subject, to begin with. something easy. my life... long and happy? or tragic, and cut short?βΒ
βCan I read your palm?β Lavenderβs eager question disrupted the silence that had settled between her and present company.Β She needed to expand her pool of clientele if she ever wanted to strengthen her understanding of palmistry - reading and rereading her momβs palm would only get her so far. What better time to start?Β βSurely you must have some questions only your palms can answer.β
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β iβm glad you did.β cassia admits and sheβs not lying itβs comforting having the other there, the worst part about being there was being alone for the most part.Β β thank you, mama.β she means it, thankful that her mama had owled the both of them. as she wanted them here too. although part of her was worried neither would understand.β i donβt know, i did put myself in harms way.β sheβd shrugΒ but she doesnβt wish to move anymoreβwhen sitting up was hard enough.Β β mum most certainly will be. and i did believe in what i was doing. it was for all the right reasons. do you want me to tell you what happened ? so you understand more ?Β β
harms way. itβs an almost laughable appraisal of what had happened, given where cassia currently lay. sybill contents herself with an exhale of breath that could have been a chuckle, and takes in the rest of what her daughter has to say before she even begins to mull on her response. as so, it takes a while, for her to get there. gaze behind the thick lenses of her glasses never wavers, though - and one hand very nervously stretches out, to tap cassiaβs. it isnβt the vice grip of a comforting mother, exactly, but itβs something. βtell me if it was noble. putting yourself in harms way has always been justifiable, if itβs noble,β wry smile pulls at lips as she once again remembers the stories she has told her, fairytales filled with princesses & dragons, "and save the actual story for your mum. iβm afraid iβve never had the heart for violence, my dear.βΒ
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the sexual tension between me and my prophetic dreams
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Margot Robbie as Imelda in Dollface (2019-)
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are my prophetic visions a joke to you
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Hope this prophetic dream finds you well.
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Hope this prophetic dream finds you well.
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chacswinsβ:
Tonks does technically work for the Ministry, but she would admit that she doesnβt exactly feel like she does. She feels like a separate entity than other parts of the Ministry, so she always felt out of place at these galas. But, any excuse to wear a nice suit.
She doesnβt mean to, but she realizes she is patrolling the gala rather than actually participating. She didnβt always see eye to eye with Kingsley, but sheβd be loyal to him until the very end. The tension in her body hardly eases as she also realizes she practically sees Remus everywhere. A long sigh and a big swig of a drink later, she forces herself to engage.Β
βSo,β Tonks walks up to the nearest person she could find.Β βWhat a wild couple of days itβs been, huh?β Good Merlin, since when was she this awkward? She smiles in hopes the other didnβt take care.
βoh, only to the unseeingΒ eye,β she waves a hand in that way which is so often called dismissive, continuing to busy herself at the refreshments table. half empty champagne flute sits precariously on the edge as she places little pastries on a dainty plate, though of tonks feels free of her, she has another thing coming. much like anyone encountering their first willing conversationalist in a night (Β & awfully like my old bridge teacher who hijacked an hour of parents teacher night just to talk about bridge with my mother because she was so starved of attentionΒ ) sybill is unlikely to allow her leave so soon.Β βa big change such as this has been brewingΒ iβm afraid, for months. the only surpriseΒ i would call- wild, as you said- is that potter boy... iβm sure you understand, of course, that i who have had such a close connection to that poor boys life lineΒ over the years finds it difficult to believe the official story of events. were it possibleΒ i would jump naturally to the idea of... of a resurrection-βΒ
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Sandra Cisneros, from My Wicked Wicked Ways: Selected Poems; βHis Story,β
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me: *receives nonsense information from a dream*
me: this is hidden knowledge only i am privy to
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ββ a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.β
β Arthur Miller, adapted from The Crucible
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