 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
Interesting...
Personally he preferred to interpret meaning from numbers over other means. Divination was a little too hocus pocus for his liking. Despite his fish entrails claiming he would have conflict, there hadn't been any yet, not in any form that he could tell at least. The onion spouting, reading tea leaves, gastromancy whatever and gazing into crystal balls was not up his ally. In all of those cases he was able to manufacture the meaning he WANTED to gain from it, and so it was highly debatable. Numbers though, numbers didn't lie... he had learned that much in his four years here.
Following Professor Tanner's instructions, Zeke closed his eyes, cracking his neck to the left and to the right before settling into controlled breathing, thinking of what he might want to ask.
His life was pretty good right now, with nothing he was overly unsure of. Things at home were good, things with Maggie were good... no, great, better than great... he had no issues with friends, and his classes were... well.......
OWLs.
He had so many unanswered questions about OWLs, but which ONE to ask was beyond him.
There were the generic questions like: Would he get good results on his OWLs? Would he fail any of his OWLs? Would he graduate with good results? OR... there were more specific questions, like... Would he end up taking HoM OWLs? Would he be successful if he did? Would he achieve at least five O's on his OWLs? -- which is what he was gunning for. Alternatively he could also opt to ask about his future career path. Would he become a Curse Breaker? Would he become an Obliviator? Would he do something else?
So many questions, so many answers. All the possibilities.
In the end he settled for one in the not too distant future. Would he achieve at least five O's on his OWLs next year?
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