The Future of Fate

"Humanity," Neji said, with barely a slur in his voice, "is weak."

"Yes, yes!" Trelawney agreed enthusiastically, tipping more sherry into her glass. "They refuse to accept the future! They call us frauds, and make fun of our eyes!"

"They do?" Neji said, blinking. "That's right!" He decided, "They do! Because we can't see the eighth bird, they treat us as if we were useless."

"But Neji, my dear boy, we can see the eighth bird." Trelawney said. "It's just that, because of the prejudice of the lesser people, we have to hide it, sometimes even from ourselves."

"Fate is set. As you begin, so do you end." Neji said miserably.

"What I have seen will always come to pass. It cannot be changed." Trelawney commiserated.

"It is a sad fate we carry. But inescapable."

"We must band together, our like, and support each other, without clouding our inner eyes." Trelawney flung an arm around Neji, getting it tangled in his hair. "I see great things in our future together." She told him happily.

"So do I. It must be fate."