Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts.

[salylimon]

WHO: Ivan and Emi
WHEN: October 19th, Tuesday afternoon
WHERE: Hogwarts Library
WHAT: Study dates, secluded corners, Chocolate Frogs, palm reading, and complaining about Professor Creepy Pedo McBadtouch - er, Professor Bonnefoy, that is. Really, what more could you ask for?

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[das_vedanya]

As a tutor for one of the most difficult of all magical subjects - Transfiguration - it was a wonder how the most simplistic course slipped through his mind like an unobtainable fog: a fog that currently represented the milk in his teacup. He liked logic, and Transfiguration, Potions, Charms and even History of Magic was logical, but Divination was entirely abstract. As he downed the last unfortunate sip of tea, the peppermint aftertaste of Francis's potion still overpowering everything he ate, he set the teacup down between he and Emiliana while his chin rested dully on the page divider of his copy of Unfogging the Future.A chocolate frog beside him twitched in its pentagonal case; Ivan reached over to pull it open, caught it barely by the toe before it could leap into the bookshelf before him. The little creature struggled to break free, thus losing one of its chocolate limbs as it fell onto the table. Ivan sucked absentmindedly on the sweet limb, caught his prey between his fingers again, and proceeded to yank off the other three,

[salylimon]

"Really?" Emi asked, eyes trained on the cup of tea between them. "I think it looks like an acorn. Sort of. Okay, they do look like mounds of tealeaves. But mounds of tealeaves that...kind of resemble an acorn?" Her gaze lifted to lock with Ivan's, a small pout tugging at her lips before she leaned back against her chair.

Reaching over to flip through her copy of Unfogging the Future, Emi quickly skimmed a page before tapping her finger against the book. "An acorn represents...windfall and unexpected gold." She paused. "Well, at least it isn't a grim?" She supplied hopefully, sheepish smile now gracing her lips. Another quick glance at the tealeaves and she suddenly shrugged. "It's an either an acorn or a deformed club. I suppose we should go with the one that's lease, eh, daunting, yeah?"

Every time I reply to you, Firefox crashes :'| How's that for Divination?

[das_vedanya]

"So you're telling me that I should expect either gold or an attack," he confirmed with a quirked brow. "Or that I will be attacked and receive gold for it, or receive gold and then be attacked for it." A small smile played at his lips, but it was as transient as when it came, and his forehead met the pages of the book. "Professor Atthis can't honestly expect me to believe that if I expect the way I drink tea can change my fate. What if I were to spit tea back into that cup? Maybe the blob will change into the likeness of a cross and I'll be suffering for my gold."

I think it's just trying to tear us apart. 8'|

[salylimon]

"I think..." Emi started, a grin beginning to form on her lips. "That you're going to be attacked by gold coins. Pelted with them, really." She reached over to squeeze his arm in faux act of comfort. "But that'll be the price to pay for your sudden wealth, Ivan."

She pulled back to fix the teacup with a frown, fingertip jabbing it in an almost accusing manner. "Try not to spit it back, though. You might upset the Fates and, who knows? It might change into a grim or a skull the next time around - and all because you doubted the powers of these, ah, magic tealeaves."