Chapter 011: Prediction I
"Aunt Sybill? Are you predicting for us?"
Professor Trelawney tried to shoo the crowd of kids who were standing in a semicircle in front of her.
She had been happy to see her siblings again, but her nieces and nephews were still only five years old.
"Will you get your crystal ball and tell me my future?" Chloe, the youngest of her twin brother, looked at her begging.
She nodded surrendering to Chloe's innocent and adorable expression. She concentrated on the glass ball. "I see you... and... a lot of white smoke."
"Nothing else?" The girl turned around.
"Dad!" Chloe called. "Aunt Sybill is an impostor! I saw my reflection and even the fog!"
