 be curious, not judgmental
From the start of the lesson when Tanner had said the day's topic would be related to divination - at which Sophie had groaned - she'd been mentally checked out. Though the subjects had their similarities, she thought that arithmancy at least was based upon a more exact science. Working with numbers and things of that sort made a lot of sense, whereas a lot of the time divination was... just way out there. Not as concrete as set-in-stone things were regarding the numbers and things they studied in this class. She didn't know anything about the Chinese Fortune Sticks or whatever fancy shmancy names Tanner had called them, but they did pique her interest considerably.
And even further, then, when Tanner went into explaining them more in depth. They would ask a question... and whatever the number on whichever stick fell out would be the answer? Had to be a pretty good question, then, if things were this serious.
Doing as instructed, Soph got comfy and rolled her shoulders a bit, working the tension out of her body - but not before glancing over at Zander beside her, just to see what he was doing, too. But then her eyes were closed and she thought. A dangerous thing these days, as thoughts tended to drift back to the tragedy just a few short months ago, but they were being encouraged to think about the future, so she did just that as well as she could. She thought about graduation, about leaving Hogwarts, about leaving her friends and her professors behind, about Zander and her future with him, about Tobes and her future with him, and... she gave a deeeeep, pensive sigh.
What did she want a sign about? The most dangerous question of all.
But she already knew precisely what she wanted to ask.
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