 Fluttery Pegasi
Quinn turned at the sound of the door, and the other girl's greeting.
Slytherin. One of Beth's housemate. Maybe even the goat animagus? No, too young for that. She looked to be no older than Quinn herself. Likely another first year.
She studied the girl, eyes seeming to burrow through her, probing, unearthing secrets the girl herself didn't know she had. Finally Quinn repeated, "Hello," back to the girl in a near perfect of her tone and inflection.
Giving the girl one last look over, Quinn turned back to the shelves, looking over all the supplies and equipment. She hadn't come here with the intention to use any of this for a reading, but now that she was here, the temptation to do so was steadily growing.
She turned back to the girl. "Are you good with any of this?" The girl had after all climbed all this way from the dungeons to come, by the look of things, here; one of Hogwarts high towers. Perhaps divination was a passion of hers.
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