Divination Lesson 1 - All Years

The tiny classroom she'd been given had been dusty days before, however, now, it quite clean and decorated comfortably.In the middle of the floor, stood several little rounds tables, each with four chairs around them. The woman, dressed in black jeans and a simple turquoise shirt, sat at the desk in the front of the room. She had been planning her lessons out, however she caught herself glancing to the little portrait of Lucas that sat upon her desktop. She'd only been away from him for a few hours, but she missed his large, brown eyes and his curly, messy hair. She missed the little French words he'd utter out and she even missed Ryland, but she smiled, knowing she'd see them both soon.

As she sat there waiting for her students to arrive, she thought about how full of shit Divination was. In her opinion, if you weren't born with the gift of Seeing, then you couldn't be taught. Unfortunately, Elita was one of the few that was born a Seer. She absolutely hated it, in fact, she almost wished Seers didn't exist. While she was training, she saw some pretty fucked up visions and even now, there were still some horrifying ones. She knew that she could be a great asst to the Ministry, but she couldn't do it because of Lucas. She couldn't leave him without a mother.

As she heard the first sounds of her students, she wrote Professor Malfoy on the board, wondering if any of her students would be any of her former classmates.