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I came home for the hols. I would have stayed, but the tea leaves said the train ride would be safe. So did the candle wax. So I came.
I've been trying to explain to my father about the wonder and miracle that Divination is. He didn't seem very interested. Maybe he just couldn't understand, being a muggle. Maybe he...
I don't know.
Maybe Professor Trelawney will understand.