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[speakingtea]

*And in walks in Professor Trelawney, her usual spooky, misty self*

My dears, I feel that it is my obligation to inform you that a black aura hangs about the mansion.

Typist: And she's back!

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[i_want_a_broom]

--Er, Professor? Black aura?

[speakingtea]

Yes, my dear. I have forecasted doom for the entire mansion on multiple occasions.

Would you like some tea?

[i_want_a_broom]

*Blinks* Only if you don't make me read leaves, Professor. I'm not too interested in finding out which horrible way I'm going to die today.

[speakingtea]

You never know, Ms. Weasley. You might like what you see.

[i_want_a_broom]

Only if it concerns bunnies, rainbows, and sunshine, yeah.

[speakingtea]

Oh, but my dear, those are very bad omens in tea reading! I think.....

[i_want_a_broom]

Er, Professor? I thought that suns meant happiness. That's what the book said, anyway.

[speakingtea]

Obviously the book was wrong, then, dear. Because my inner eye is never wrong.

[i_want_a_broom]

Right, Professor....... You keep thinking that.