He took her hand. Hers. She whispered something that made him laugh and carress her hand with a gentle kiss. They set off on a walk around the lake, pausing only once: he picked a flower and placed it in her hair.

Ginny looked up from the crystal ball and squinted up at Professor Trelawney.

"Well, I see-" she stopped herself. This image was much too beautiful to share with someone, let alone her future divination teacher.

"So, this shows us what we want to happen," Ginny said bluntly. She glanced at Trelawney, who was in a trance, her gaze fixated on the charm swinging from the ceiling of the divination classroom.

Ginny sighed and got up from her chair. "Well, I better go," she said. "Thanks for the tea, Professor Trelawney." She smiled at her accidental rhyme.

As she walked down the steps, Ginny thought about what she had just seen. It really had been beautiful.

I wonder what I will have to do in order for what I want and what I have to be the same thing.