Title: you never know
Prompt: Apocalypse
Word Count: 427
Rating: G
Pairings (if any) N/A
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): N/A (You get that this is OC-centric by now)
Summary: Although her favorite was Ancient Runes by far, Megan had also taken Divination as an elective while studying at Hogwarts.


Divination was a controversial subject for many wizards and witches—especially ones with ties to the Muggle world and its skepticism. If you didn't believe in its power wholeheartedly, you generally tended to doubt supposed prophecies or readings of twigs. It was a murky subject for most, and even those with the intelligence to understand its real power were too afraid that their future could be dictated by crystal balls to truly admit they believed.

But Megan had a different perspective, as she swung between skepticism and imagination rather frequently in her day-to-day life; her Muggle upbringing with her mother gave her an appreciation of science while her father's introduction to magic finally set free her creativity. Curiosity gladly led the way.

So, even as she took readings and horoscopes with a hefty pinch of salt, she realized that there was some truth to the field of Divination—and that fact was cemented by her dreams.

No, she didn't have warnings of an impending apocalypse or another wizarding war. It was never anything that dramatic, for which she was mildly grateful for. She had kept a log of her dreams ever since her Divination class in Hogwarts, when trivial things would give her a bizarre sense of déjà vu. Passages in new textbooks suddenly seemed familiar, and she would pause in the middle of conversations as she tried to remember when she had said those things before. It wasn't always exact, but the inconsequential things were predicted pretty accurately.

Although several of her classmates had held contempt for Professor Trelawney—one of the few things to surpass House prejudice—she couldn't deny that these dreams were mildly disturbing. What if her nightmares proved to be predictions of the future? She had wrestled with her thoughts for weeks before finally sucking it up and approaching the supposed Seer after class. Most of what followed was a test in patience, but the dream journal was one of the few bits of good advice Trelawney spouted in her entire career.

She still preferred to learn Divination through personal study, but she also listened to class lectures and asked the occasional question (all the while hoping it wouldn't make the nut start rambling for the rest of the class period). It wasn't her top subject, but she kept her options open.

Waking up with the remnants of a dream in her head, she diligently copied it down even as she tried to figure out when she would ever be exploring a desert with a talking lion.

One could never really know.


-Dragon