Justin/Michael
Squid.
Tea-Leaves.
"Wait—no, stop shaking it I nearly had something!"
"There isn't anything to 'have', git, it's just. . ."
"No, I'm sure. It was lumpy and"
"Faintly green? Like a soggy tea leaf?"
There was a sullen silence from the other side of the little table they were hunched over. Justin could feel Trelawney's expectant gaze resting on him, clearly waiting for him to announce Michael's imminent death. Michael, however, seemed far too caught up in making a fuss about having just lost his 'vision'.
Justin was finding it hard to be even faintly cheerful. He contemplated chucking the tea leaves across the table at Michael. Maybe that would help clear the other boy's inner eye.
"It was. . . Squiddy. A squid. It had legs like a squid." Michael said finally, crossing his arms and jutting his chin out defiantly.
Justin glanced at the clock—had it really only been five minutes since class started?—and tried to stifle a sigh.
"Yeah, alright, see what the book says on squids. . ."
