- October 28, 2005 -

Minho coughed, the hazy air of the Divination classroom tickling his throat. He readjusted his hold on Kibum’s hand, squinting at the lines in his palm and fingers. 

“This is so boring,” Kibum murmured, and Minho sniffed in amusement.

At the table behind them, Seb leaned forward, whispering, “Do you think we should try distracting her again? It worked well enough last time.”

“What with, though?” 

Seb leaned back, raising his hand to get Trelawney’s attention, while Minho and Kibum hunched back over. “Yes, my child?” she asked, her low and airy voice loud in the silence of the classroom.

“A couple weeks ago, you mentioned the gift of sight, but like, what does that mean?”

She let out a long sigh. “It’s often confused with intuition, or at least that’s the Muggle terminology for it. The gift of sight is something you feel in your soul, when you can close your eyes and see far into the future. Back in ancient Greece, seers -- namely women -- were called oracles, and they were far more respected than we are in this day in age. In fact -- “

Seb leaned forward again. “You’re welcome.” 

Kibum stretched and yawned, sitting back in his armchair as he started to doze off, and Minho scooted his ottoman closer to Kibum’s chair, leaning against the side. He didn’t fall asleep, but he zoned out as she rambled on and on about a specific oracle...Pythia? Whatever, as long as she was talking about this, she wasn’t assigning them any homework.

She went on past the ringing of the bell announcing the end of the period. Was she ranting about fake seers who give real seers a bad reputation? Minho shook Kibum’s shoulder, rousing him before he started to pack up their things.

“Oh,” she blinked, her eyes unusually large in her thick glasses. “Is it already that time?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” Travis said, looking over at Seb and giving him a thumbs-up when she turned her back on the class.

“Ah, I seem to have lectured for too long again today, my apologies, dear children. We’ll pick up where we left off on Wednesday, alright? You may go,” she said with a wave of her hand. 

“No homework?” Kibum mouthed to Minho, who shook his head. They grinned as they followed the rest of the class to the trapdoor.