futuretelling - lesson three

Lena stepped into the Divination classroom with confidence, her eyes fluttering across the room to look for any of her classmates. There was no one to be seen, and she heaved a sigh of relief, plopping down on the first seat she set her eyes on.

Rhys entered the Divination classroom, smiling when he saw that Lena had been the first to arrive. She always preferred to be early to lessons when she could - she always had. It was nice that some things never changed, even if others did.

Moving as quietly as he could, he walked up behind the girl and covered her eyes with his hands, waiting for her to 'guess who'.

Shrieking, Lena's heart began to pound when someone covered her eyes. "Oh Merlin! Enya! don't take me up there yet, I'm too young! Please, please let me stay here! Oh my God! Please... I have not even decoded - "

She then stopped when she realized she wasn't quite dead yet, and laughed. She remembered the feel of those palms on her own, and her cheeks reddened. "Merlin, Rhys," she laughed, "you scared me."

Rhys couldn't help but laugh. That response was just... too Lena. "I noticed," the redhead chuckled. And then, without even thinking, he stooped to press a kiss to Lena's cheek. He realized what he was doing only as his lips made contact.

Caught off-guard and surprised by his own actions, Rhys froze - which meant that his face was still intimately close to Lena's. Blue eyes met blue. Rhys swallowed.

"Le, I -" he began.

Lena laughed along with her ginger, "And you know nothing scares me much. Looks like I'm becoming a softie, eh?"

She felt something - or a pair of somethings - pressing against her cheeks, and their immediate response was to flush. She tilted her head sideways, staring at his blue eyes, barely letting go of his gaze.

"You don't need to apologize," Lena firmly interrupted, realizing how close they were. She closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against his.

She felt complete.

Fireworks exploded in all their brilliant and romantically cliche glory within Rhys' mind as Lena's lips pressed against his own. A moment later, his eyes fell shut and he brought a hand up to caress the back of her neck, gently deepening the kiss. He loved her, had missed her - so much.

Sophia smirked at the scene she walked in upon, brown eyes dancing in mirth despite her exhaustion. Magus fluttered from her shoulder to the desk, where he rattled loudly at the kissing students, flapping his wings, and generally making as much ruckus as he could manage.

The woman quietly cleared her throat. "Perhaps we can save the displays of affection fer another time?" she said kindly. Magus flew across the room to land on his perch, ruffling his feathers.

"Now, shall we get started, then?" Sophia asked. "What can either of ye tell me about Tarot?"

Lena felt slightly ecstatic when Rhys responded, and her fingers lifted up from her sides to trail his neck, before curling around it and holding it close to her. She hoped she wouldn't choke him, and she sighed slightly as she felt his fingers stroke her neck. Being his way with the love of her life... it was as if nothing ever happened.

Too soon, she heard a voice come from the door, and to her chagrin it was of the Professor. She blushed furiously, trying not to shriek in embarrassment. "Uhhhh... sorry about that, Professor," she replied, rather hesitantly. She moved her head away from Rhys's, her blue eyes saying, 'I'm sorry.' before turning back to the Professor.

Perhaps it was a new habit of hers, but Lena's hand scratched her head. "Uh, Tarot," she repeated, "it's a bunch of cards, right?"

Nolan came in the classroom he was first today well he had four years at Hogwarts he was a Slytherin like his dad.Nolan brother was just a 3rd year.Nolan sat down and read his book.

"Have a seat, lass," Sophia instructed the girl who'd arrived late. She nodded in approval of her answer, then gave an impish smirk. "Were they really onle used since the mid-15th century, now?

"What d'ye suppose the original purpose of Tarot cards was? Aneone have any guesses?"

"I thought they used Tarot as a way to predict the future," Lena suggested, greeting the Slytherin who had newly entered. Under the desk, she seeked Rhys's hand, not sure if she would ever set her fingers on it. "The Page of Swords was a card... it's the spy of Tarot. And the Wheel of Fortune... doesn't it mean crossroads? Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad."

She racked her mind for answers.

"High Priestess," she continued, "the bearer of secrets... Ace of Wands, the distant past... The Magician... something to do with magic... The Fool, the questioner."