SPOILER!!: QuOTseES!
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Originally Posted by
Daffy.Potter
OHMERLIN OHMERLIN OHMERLIN.
Why had she said that out loud?! Livvy glanced around herself to make sure that no one had looked their way after her little outburst. Though no one looked in their direction. They were probably too wrapped up in their own readings.
STUPID. Why did she even ask that? Did she have no self control? Livvy wanted to slap herself for doing so. She could've asked any question in the world! How many children will she have? Will she ever find love? Will she and Reid ever be friends? Will she ever become someone of importance? Will she become a Healer? So many questions! But nooooo, she just HAD to ask that. The most personal question Livvy ever had and the only thing that she bottled up inside herself. Actually there were many things that she bottled up, just people didn't know about it. Ooh whee.
But there was no going back. For Miranda was already preparing herself to do the reading. Sighing, Livvy shifted around on the grass to be seated in a more comfortable position as she braced herself for more disappointment and raised false hopes. Great. Best birthday ever.
How 'bout we don't let you see? Livvy asked anxiously to herself in her mind. She didn't want to do this anymore. This was a horrible idea. And Professor Kapoor was to blame. If he never had come up with this lesson she would never have to come up with that question. Actually no. The person that INVENTED Divination was the one to blame. And... who was that? ... Whoever it was... it was their fault. THEIRS.
Difficult. CH-yahhh.. Her father had been missing for over sixteen years. Livvy didn't think that he was just suddenly going to drop by Hogwarts and say, 'Hey Livvy darling! I'm your daddy! Just came to drop by and say hi.' Yeah. She wishes.
Lost? Why would she EVER want to set out on that path? Even though Livvy wanted to find her father and all, she found it a futile attempt. If her father had wanted to see her, he would've found her already. It wouldn't have taken him sixteen years to find her. He didn't want her.
"Tears?" she reconfirmed with hesitation. She could do without crying. Livvy didn't want anymore sadness or disappointment in her life. She should've forgotten about her father a long time ago. Life with Mari was good now. What was the point?
Just when Livvy felt that it was about time she had given up, Miranda's next words made her perk up and lean in closer. Her face grew brighter and her lips turned up into a small smile. "Really?! So... so... that means... maybe..." Livvy trailed off as she thought, her eyes wide and her lips slightly open. What had she been saying earlier about raising false hopes? Mhm. But Livvy refused to acknowledge that. Just for now. Just for today. She wanted to believe that there was a chance to find her father. She didn't want to demand him of anything. She just wanted to know... why. Why did he marry her mother? Why did he leave them? Why didn't he come back to find her? So many 'whys' and no one to ask them to.
Oh? Smiling weakly, Livvy nodded her head and accepted it. "Frog would be nice. Thanks." She unwrapped the wrapper and popped it into her mouth, feeling loads calmer than before.
Hmmm. One thing was for sure, this whole cold reading thing was way WAY to much for a student their age to handle. Specially when it was about personal questions, like Livvy's.
Miranda's eyes grew wide as the Ravenclaw's did the same. Ofcourse, she knew this was not a professional reading, but the way she sort of sucked in the things Miranda was saying made her think that she was still going to hold onto those words.
And well, even though Livvy had made a pretty accurate reading, with the loneliness and all, Miranda was going to be remembering this day if the events the ravenclaw said, ever came true.
Gulp.
At the mention of tears, she had noticed how upset Livvy had seemed and instantly regretted saying that. But it had seemed like tears by the way the log looked. Miranda grimaces slightly, but was happy to see how the ravvie looked more positive at the end of the reading.
But ofcourse, chocolates are made of awesome and they cure anything. Sort of.
"Yeah, no problem." Miranda smiled and watched the girl eat before popping her own frog into her mouth.
There was a sort of silence between them as the other students continued with their things. Should she say something? Ask if she was allright...or maybe needed more chocolate?
"So...Um, you are a sixth year, right?" she asked curiously.
"You must be happy that you only have one year left in school...?" As she waited for a response, Miranda began to doodle a little log thingy on her notebook.