A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Disney Challenge: Ms Darbus - Write about a strict teacher. ALT, write about Sybill Trelawney (Bonus)

Amber's Attic: 23 - Pennywise: Write about someone with a positive attitude.

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Paper chains - [Profession] Professor -Lavender/Trelawney

Eastern Funfair – Holiday cocktails - Boozy S'more Milkshake: (song) "Forever Yours"- Grayscale

Northern Funfair – Christmas Sing-Along - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - "If the fates allow" - Word: Fate

Word Count: 616

Lavender put her out, pretending it wasn't shaking. Today Professor Trelawney had announced they were going to start palmstry. Lavender knew what that meant. It meant someone would finally see the strange symbols in the lines on her hands. Her mother had always joked she'd been touched by the Fey as a child. Lavender knew that was nonsense. There were no such things.

"Miss Brown, pair up with Miss Patil please," Professor Trelawney stated. Lavender nodded turning her head to Parvati.

"You don't seem happy about this, Lav," Parvati whispered. "I thought you loved divination."

"I do, it's just... you'll see," Lavender said putting out her palm for Parvati to see.

"There's your life line, wow, it's really long!"

"It is, I noticed that when I started reading ahead into the chapter. Yours is decent too."

"Let's see, these lines here mean you'll be wealthy. That's good."

"You'll meet a tall dark stranger," Lavender said looking at the book next to the girls.

"Lavender, I don't see these in the book."

"They're not in there. That's why I didn't want to do this, because of these weird lines."

"I'm sure Professor Trelawney will know what they mean! Professor! Over here, Lavender has some lines I can't figure out!" Parvati called. Lavender winced. All she wanted to do was sink into the large purple cushion she was sitting on. She was already embarrassed enough by the lines, now the whole class knew she was different, that she was a freak.

"Let me see, dears," Professor Trelawney said hovering over the girls. She grabbed Lavender's hand a bit roughly, her long nails catching Lavender's skin.

"Life line, heart line, oh, I see what you mean, Miss Patil. Miss Brown has soul lines on her palm."

"What are soul lines, Professor?" Lavender asked. She liked the sound of that better than Fey marks. They sounded like something out of a fairy tale. She loved fairy tales, they always ended happily ever after. Bad things would happen to the princess, and somehow it would all work out. Either they would break a spell, or someone would swing and save them, no matter what, it ended happily.

"They mean, that somewhere in the world, there is someone that has the same marks, soul marks on their palm. The two people that share the marks are soulmates. Two halves of one coin, a perfect match."

"A perfect match?' Lavender asked, her eyes widening.

"Yes. Two people who are fated to be together," Professor Trelawney continued holding Lavender's hand in hers. Lavender stared at her professor. Something about her words, or maybe it was just the incense, but for a moment, a brief moment, it felt as though they were the only two in the room, in the whole world.

"May I see your palms, Professor?" Lavender asked. A small trickle of fear filled her heart. What if she was wrong, what if... Slowly Professor Trelawney released Lavender's hand and put hers out, palms up. Lavender traced her fingernails over Professor Trelawney's life line, slowly bringing her attention to the lines that looked just like the ones on Lavender's palms. Lavender looked up at her professor. It explained everything, she hadn't been touched by the Fey, she had a soulmate.

"See me after class, please, Miss Brown. There are some books about soul lines that might be of interest," Professor Trelawney said. Lavender nodded, her heart pounding knowing that as soon as everyone left, she'd be alone with her soulmate. A witch, who like Lavender, must have searched for a meaning to the lines, now to have answers, now to have each other. She smiled wondering if Professor Trelawney liked fairy tales.