6.
“Your palm so dire” Trelawney spoke her voice small and quaking.

Ginny rolled her eyes, why had she taken Divinations in the first place? She thought and scoffed at the prediction of death and living without love. Ginny had love; she’s never been without love.

“I hate divinations,” she said out loud.

“You-you really?” Sybil began to cry tears welling up behind her thick glasses her eyes looking more bug like than usual.