Marisol scrunched her face up, because 1. Divination was not her area of expertise, and 2. she was allergic to perfume. Maybe she should wear a gas mask to this class. The teacher was just too much, and all the matchy decoration...ugh. She'd wanted to transfer to Arithmancy, but apparently she couldn't. Well, she didn't know English when she signed up! How was she supposed to-

Oh, a question. She could rant later. So...what were crystal balls used for anyway? Mari had looked at her textbook. Once or twice. Come on! Crystal...like the glass. Ball...like a quaffle. No! Shut up about quidditch, Mari!

Maybe if she were in Arithmancy, she'd focus more. But, wait. Arithmancy. -Mancy as in type of divination. So...Ballmancy? Crystalmancy? Didn't sound right, but it was worth a shot.

"Creestalmancy?" Marisol croaked, half coughing. She wasn't deadly allergic. Her nose and eyes just tended to water at some perfumes and soaps, and she'd cough in a raspy way. No need to worry about that, but why did it have to smell like that in there?

Mari stuck her nose and mouth into her tea cup and tried to mask the smell a bit. Eh, chamomile.