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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

The problem with a first period class, Claire reflected as she started a pot of coffee, was that once it was over you were too awake to go back to sleep but it was still too early to do much of anything else.

Once the coffee was done, she sat down at a table with a mug and a deck of tarot cards -- a birthday present from her Aunt Sarah. She fiddled with them idly, half laying out cards for a reading on herself but mostly just looking at the pictures on the deck. They were beautiful illustrations, anyhow.

She wasn't in a mood for TV, but she had the radio on and tuned to a classic rock station just for the background noise.

[OOC: Open common room, yep!]

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After is class, Leto stopped by the common room, also looking for coffee. He found he actually enjoyed the music - perhaps he was getting used to it, or perhaps it was just the right genre.

Nodding to Claire, he noticed the cards, and having picked up a cup of his own he approached the table. "What is that?" he asked.

"Tarot cards," Claire said, glancing up with a slight smile. She remembered him from the play rehearsal she'd gone to. "They're supposed to tell fortunes if I can figure out how to do it."

She hadn't, yet; she was looking at the instructions sheet all but constantly as she laid cards out, and she kept getting distracted by the illustrations on the cards.

"Slightly different from the Dune Tarot," Leto replied, "But similar in purpose, at least in that respect." His gaze moved from the cards to Claire, and he smiled back. "I apologise for my rudeness," he said. "I'm Leto Atreides."

"Claire Fisher," Claire said. "It's okay. I talked to you for like a second at a rehearsal once."

She tilted her head to the side. "What's a Dune tarot look like?"

"Yes, you took photos!" He had seen her around school, of course. "I hope the pictures served their purpose. And the Dune tarot looks similar, but the names and symbols are different. People use it trying to predict the future." And, through that, made the visions of the truly prescient muddled. "Is that what you are trying to do?"

"Thanks. Jameson -- my teacher -- didn't explode with glee or anything about the photos, but it would be scary if that ever happened. I liked them."

Her hand wavered over the cards. "Kind of. I'm learning and I'm mostly just messing with them. Do you know how to do it?"

"Then I guess they did serve their purpose," Leto replied, smiling at her. "And I know the Dune Tarot, but the symbols are not the same." He spoke with hesitation. For those with a prescient talent using the tarot might strengthen that - or the opposite. He wasn't sure, and he didn't know how strong his father's heritage was in him.

"It seems like all the symbols on these have about six meanings," Claire noted. "And then if the card's upside down it means the exact opposite. It's confusing."

"I believe that's why you need your intuition," Leto said. "The cards are just a tool, creating a symbolic structure." He leaned closer to look at the cards. "Will you show me?"

"Maybe that's my problem. My intuition is broken," Claire joked, scooting over and gesturing to the chair next to her.

"So supposedly you hold the question in your mind and then you lay the cards out. And, uh, I asked what was going to happen to me after graduation. So far they told me I'm the pope -- which is good, 'cause it means education -- a burning tower is my challenge, and I was an emperor in the past." A slight smile flickered over her face. "Only not literally."

"Broken?" He gave her an amused look as he took a seat. "And be happy it wasn't literally. It will give you far more options for your future, I believe." He glanced at Claire. "If you consider that a good thing."

He reached out to pull the cards towards him. "And will you tell me their meanings?"

[Leto does indeed have prescient vision, which mean he can intuitively mention something that would be her future. Or possible future. If you like. Otherwise he'll just say whatever comes to mind]

"I'm definitely into options," Claire said slowly. She wasn't quite sure how to take Leto, but she didn't dislike him. "And go for it. I'm just reading off the cheat sheet (http://www.psychic-mystic.com/how-to-read-tarot-cards.html)."

[Cool! Mentioning that she lives to be very old -- 102, in canon -- would be fine, but for the rest of it he can just say what he thinks of.]

"Options," he repeated, looking at the cards. "In the past you were in control in some sense. Emotionally? Practically? As it signifies the past, we might expect that to change." He shifted his gaze to the next card. "Your life will be disrupted, likely in a painful way, but the result will possibly offer something new." He frowned. "Something is missing. There is no catalyst, unless graduation works like that." He turned to look at Claire. "You need another card."

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"Hey, Leto," Ned said, giving him a quick wave. "How are you?"

"Ned," Leto said, smiling in greeting. "I am fine, although sorry to have missed your pies yesterday. And yourself?"

"Doing okay," he said, smiling back. "And yeah, that surprised me too. I had two pies made and ended up eating some of one and I put the other in the refrigerator to eat in a few days. I should have brought it down here."

"You will have no trouble finding someone to share them with, I'm sure," Leto replied.

"Unless I just eat them myself and have all that go to my waist or hips or something," he said and laughed. "At least they won't be wasted. Your classes going all right? I tend to only catch you during the club meetings."

"That is an option too," Leto replied with a smirk. "And you don't look like that is too much of a problem. I believe my classes are easy enough but I manage to keep myself busy."

"You sound like Kaylee," he said and snickered. "With the 'you eat all you want and it never shows' kind of deal. I think it's genetics or something."

He didn't really have anyone to ask.

"I spend a whole class eating things. Probably the easiest class I'll ever take. Unless there's a test. I've spent most of my time just eating in there."

"A class for eating? I assume you cook the food first or am I mistaken?" Leto raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I don't but it is cooked," he said, nodding. "It's Professor Eriksen's class and we go over different types of food. Today, it was Mexican food."

"I see," Leto replied. "I know very little of Mexican food, or the place itself." Little meaning next to nothing.

"Well, that's just one lesson," he said. "But Mexican is more...spicy than other foods? I mean, other foods are spicy too but Mexican's spicy too."

Good explanation there, Ned. Really.

"We did pizza one week too."