Oh, oh okay. Vivian didn't know how to pronounce that term, but it shall be known from now on as fingernail divination. Whatever that was, the Slytherin made a mental note to check her textbook later on. She didn't really know how to spell the exact term, just that it was derived from the Greek term for fingernail. Plus, she did have ideas about its relation to superstitions.

But they were supposed to prepare their nails for the real interpretation thing. And that meant she had to remove her nail polish already? It hadn't even lasted a week yet, but she also didn't quite feel bad because she had just recently chipped off a part of her polish last night when she hit the board of her bed. It hurt, of course. Despite being a little reluctant of the thought that she needed to reapply them later, maybe with a new colour, Vivian sent a Scouring Charm to each of her fingernail to remove the remaining polish. There, all clean.

Also, poor kid for breaking her mirror. That meant years of bad luck, right? At least nobody got wounded. That would have been the real problem.

With her nails virtually clean, Vivian dipped her hand in the cauldron full of water and sort of wiggled her fingers. Once that was finished, the prefect took a random bottle of scented oil and sort of shut her airway for like five seconds as she poured a generous amount on her palm and massaged her fingers and nails. All done. She could breathe now, right?