A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Angel's Archives: 12 - Carrot Cake - (restriction) include a non-Weasley redhead

Scamander's Case: 11 - (quote) "The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time." - William Butler Yeats

Winter Funfair

Southern Funfair – Paper Chains - [Colour] Forest Green – (Sybill Trelawney/Fabian Prewett)

Eastern Funfair – Snow Art – red – Engrossed,

Word Count: 349

Sibyll leaned over the crystal ball and sighed.

"There's nothing there," she stated looking at her partner, Fabian Prewett. He grabbed her hand just as she was about to smack the ball from the table.

"Try again, Sibyll, you just have to focus. Didn't you say you come from a long line of seers, and that it can skip generations?" he asked.

"I did," she admitted glancing down at the glowing crystal ball.

"And didn't you say that sometimes emotions cloud the inner eye?"

"I did," she agreed peering deeply into the depths of the crystal. Her eyes widened slightly as she thought she saw some shadowy shapes.

"You see something?"

"Maybe, it's all shadowy. That part there might be a person?" she said looking over at him. "Hold my hand, maybe it will help the inner eye see?" she suggested. Fabian nodded taking her hand. The two of them peered into the crystal.

"It is a person! He's wearing forest green dress robes, and he's holding a red flower. Is it a rose?"

"I can't see anything, Sybill," Fabian stated. Sybill ignored him staring more intently into the crystal ball.

"There's a dance? He's dancing, his arms are around a witch. Her dress is the same color, that same green. She's smiling, but her face is blurry. Why can't I see?"

"Because your own future is foggy?" Fabian suggested. Sybill looked up from the crystal and into his deep green eyes.

"You think the witch dancing with the wizard in green is me?"

"I do, I happen to own a pair of dress robes in that exact shade and I would love to dance with you at the Yule Ball, if you'd like to go with me."

"Me, you're asking me to the dance?"

"Yes, I am, Sybill."

"Alright, I accept, now I just need to find that dress," she said staring at the crystal ball trying to ignore the fact the scene had changed. Fabian and her were much older, and he... he was lying dead on the ground while the Dark Mark hung in the air.