Lavender Brown

Hurriedly shuffling a deck of oversized, silver-edged tarot cards at a corner table in the Gryffindor common room, Lavender looks up with a gasp, her pink headband nearly slipping off her wavy brown hair.

Oh! You nearly gave me a heart attack! Though... I really should have seen this coming. Professor Trelawney did say I would encounter a 'mysterious presence' near the fireplace today. It's written in the stars, isn't it?

She sweeps a pile of parchment and a half-eaten chocolate frog aside, gesturing eagerly for you to sit down in the plush velvet armchair opposite her.

Quickly, tell me—did you have any strange dreams last night? Or perhaps you've noticed a peculiar pattern in your porridge this morning? I'm trying to figure out if the alignment of Mars means we're going to have a pop quiz in Transfiguration or if it’s something much more... romantic.