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As it seemed Miss Skylar was choosing to simply think over her words, Renée found herself simply watching the little redhead, smiling a little at the thoughts about how she was lucky she wasn't a Seer. That she wasn't privy to others' personal lives, the sense of invasion of privacy, all of that. If the girl only knew. Seers weren't exactly the only ones, although she had to admit that must seem like more of a curse than her own ability. At least she could choose when to use it, whereas visions chose on their own. And at that thought, her expression turned serious again. She didn't want her student to think she was amused at the situation when she wasn't. She was honestly concerned about the girl, and how she'd get through this.
As the Gryffindor spoke, breaking the contemplative silence, she returned the nod, getting up from her lean against the desk to move toward the shelves. "Of course," she replied, eyes scanning the titles on one shelf before moving to the next. After a few seconds, she'd selected a couple of books, then returned to the girl to hold the tomes out. "Why don't you start with these? Unfortunately, I don't have many in my personal collection regarding Seers, but at least you can get an idea, then perhaps check the school library." If she was correct, there were references in at least one of the books she was letting Selina borrow.
Once Bishop handed her the book Selina felt the leather bind on her skin. It was an odd sensation, it was like no book she had ever touched. True that it was a book bound like every other and had a beginning, middle, and end similar to the books from her past. But this book was different. It was the landmark to a new chapter in her life. She would have to leave ignorance behind and embark on a life of knowing. It was not going to be easy.
She felt the cover under her cool finger tips and tried to soak in the sensations. It would be the last string to her niavity of the world she was about to enter. As soon as the first page was wrinkled Selina would be a different person. But she could not control this change. It seemed fated that this would be the course of her life.
Her glass, blue eyes looked up at Bishop and she smiled. The first true genuine smile she had been afforded in days. "Thank you, Professor. This isn't going to easy, but thanks for making the burden a little lighter."
She turned to leave, but turned around and asked one final question, "If I need any help... can I come here?" Selina found comfort in Bishop. Something was sweet and warm about her face that made Selina feel more at peace with her ability. It was a nice escape from the chaos of her ability.