Janus, Parvati Patil, drabble, 4 Dec 2010. For Hikarmine.
Parvati can't read constellations, but that's not why she's here—it's good, she thinks, to remember the present. In Trelawney's tower the air is thick and her head is crowded with possibility, but out here there's only air.
She frowns, remembering: according to the tea leaves, she will fail Flitwick's exam tomorrow. She murmurs, "I wish..." but her voice trails off. Isn't there something more important to wish for?
Parvati closes her eyes. "Let everyone be happy tonight," she decides. Then she heads back downstairs.
She sleeps and never knows if it comes true—she can't look into the past.
