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Lavender finds Parvati in the common room, gazing into a crystal ball. They've been practicing scrying with Professor Trelawney, and it's a skill Parvati can't seem to master. Judging by the frustration in her girlfriend's expression and her tense posture, Lavender assumes Parvati hasn't made any progress.
"I thought you were studying with Padma," Lavender notes, sitting beside Parvati.
Parvati scowls. She doesn't take her eyes off the sphere in her hands. "Oh, she only wanted to study the things she calls practical." Parvati scowls at the word like it's the most offensive thing in the world. "Magic isn't just spells and potions. Try telling her that, though."
A moment of silence passes, and Parvati lets out a groan. She returns the crystal ball to its base and slumps back onto the couch. "Do you think I'm pathetic? I can't even scry properly."
"I think you're anything but pathetic."
The two of them are the best in Divination. For the most part, they're equally matched. Still, they aren't perfectly balanced. Parvati struggles with scrying, and Lavender thinks it's the easiest thing in the world. On the flipside, Lavender struggles to remember what line means what, while Parvati can read palms with such natural ease.
"It's just one skill," Lavender reminds her.
"A skill we have a test on this week!"
Lavender frowns. She'd forgotten about the upcoming test. Divination is funny like that. It's not something one needs to actually study for, for the most part.
"They say that mugwort helps scryers," Lavender says, tapping a slender finger gently against her chin in thought. "I'm sure Professor Trelawney has some. Let's see about fixing you some tea."
She climbs to her feet and holds out her hand. Parvati hesitates.
"Are you sure?" Parvati asks, frowning. "I don't want to distract from your day."
Lavender takes Parvati's hand and pulls her to her feet. She presses a quick kiss to Parvati's lips. "I'd rather spend my day studying with you," she says. "Let's go."
