“Palmistry,” Millie declared, clapping her hands together.
It hadn’t been until her class had settled that she’d decided to talk, content to let them get out their things and all the rest while she finished off marking a few bits and pieces she’d gotten off of her seventh years. Then, after setting down her quill she got up with a little bit of visible effort, still stiff from the accident, and sidled around her desk to lean against it. Again, like with the other class that had taken place a few hours earlier she was looking to do something a little bit simple to wake them up and get them ready for some Divination.
Sitting herself down amongst the students at what was, technically, the head of the round table, Millie put her hands down flat, palms against the table top. After blowing a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes she looked at each face, deeming that she did recognise them well enough indeed. She smiled gently and looked at them curiously, wondering what they knew of it. They should have done it early in their fourth year – third at the earliest when they started the course. As it was, it happened to be something of her favourite and by far the woolliest of all of the branches of Divination – the most imprecise, too.
“For the exam, you will be asked to weigh up the usefulness of this branch of magic but first… what do we know about it?”