Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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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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"Okay," Claire said, almost meekly, and handed over the next card in the deck. "High priestess. That's good, right?"

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Leto looked at the card. He really wasn't sure he liked playing with this, but at the same time it was comforting. "It all depends on context," he said. "But judging from the cards, you used to be the one in control, and when you learn intuitive wisdom, or meet someone who can give you that, your world will fall apart. I'm not sure about the timeline, though. It could be now, graduation or in fifty years time." He smiled, mostly to himself. "Does it solve anything?"

[Sorry for disappearing. And for Leto being a know-it-all ;)]

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"Not really," Claire said honestly. "I think maybe I'm not cut out for the whole fortune-telling thing. But thanks."

[No problem!]

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"I would consider that a blessing," Leto said, now smiling at Claire. "To see the future is to be trapped by it. And, as you said, you wanted options."