Ascending the ladder and up, up, UP through the circular trap door will grant you access to a large cluttered circular space. The contents of the room feel haphazardly crammed within while at the same time appear purposefully placed. At least twenty circular tables, seating no more than three, were fanned out across the space and the tiers lining one hemisphere of the room. All surrounded by chintz armchairs, fat little pouffes, and a hodgepodge of unlit lamps with crimson and deep purple covers. The tacky lace curtains, some almost resembling patchwork quilts rather than curtains, were pulled shut as were the windows themselves and thus gave the classroom an almost stifling feel. The lingering potent scents of perfumes, incense, and spilled tea accost the nostrils upon arrival. It was almost as though this classroom had not been aired out in months. Though the presence of the dust that had collected on the various items on the shelves running around the circular walls would beg further question. Feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered Tarot cards, countless silvery crystal balls and a huge array of teacups and teapots are all yours to use should you wish to practice the more human forms of divination.

Or a nap. All those pillows, gaudy tassels aside, do look quite inviting.