 ½ of Lauralie | Koala | The being in Ern's pocket | Baby Smurf | Prouf member of The Flock
This had got to be the first time ever that Faith was not enjoying a Divination lesson. She felt something inside her die a little every passing day, this term, and with the progression of this lesson it felt all the more that her decision to take Divination had been a mistake. She'd chosen to continue at NEWT level because it was the only subject without a theoretical portion, but was it worth being terrified stiff in class?
The Gryffindor had planned to say nothing in response to the question, hugging her knees to her chest instead and trying not to breathe too deeply, in case she'd start coughing, but the fact that nobody brought up salt was starting to bother her.
"We're meant to sprinkle salt onto the embers once the fire dies, and it's important to step away quickly, and wait for the spitting to stop before trying to read the coals. Many pyromancers have burned themselves being too eager."
Or, at least, that's what she remembered reading for her OWLs. But Faith's memory wasn't the best, and it really wouldn't do to count on her to have the right answer.
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