Visions

(Silver): Cassandra Trelawney: was a famous, celebrated witch and Seer. She was the great-great-grandmother to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Divination Professor Sybill Trelawney. She possessed the Inner Eye, which was passed on into generations later.

Challenge: Write about Cassandra Trelawney

"The world shall stand upon the precipice of change, a great wave unlike any tempest we have ever seen. Beware the white rabbit and the spilling or red ink, for they set everything in motion." Mr. Trelawney stated, looking at his young bride with a mixed expression. "Is that ,uh, supposed to make sense to me."

"It is simply what I saw." She sniffed, stirring her tea. "I can't explain it better than that."

"Really?" He huffed, "Well it's a hell of a wedding present."

"If you are going to be a stuffed shirt about it," She mused, taking a sip of the hot liquid, her golden eyes steely as the watched his grey ones. "We can always divorce."

Puffing up his chest like a great bear, the man shut his lips and shook his head, making her expression soften, though her eyes did not soften. His bride, so young and innocent looking – with hair of white eyes eyes of dark gold, she was as startling to look at as she was to listen to. Of course, he had known about her talents well before he met her; she was a rising star within the Wizarding world. Upon their first meeting, she had merely smiled, showing off her straight white teeth and famous crooked expression and said I've been waiting for you.

What had he been supposed to say to that?

"You aren't angry, uh, with me?" He blustered, running a hand through his black hair – grateful she smiled.

"Not at all my love." The women replied, setting her cup down. "I knew my gift might be a challenge for you."

"Well, uh, did you know it would happen during, uh, you know?" He asked rather sheepishly, his cheeks turning red.

Studying him for a minute, she chuckled. He was a big man, tall and barrel chested; heavily muscled from his profession as a former Quidditch player and his current job working with dragons. His hands were rough and calloused, but he had a good heart – and she knew he would make a wonderful father. "During sex?"

"Well, huh, uh," He hummed and hawed, shifting in his seat anxiously. "Yes."

"Not at all," Was reply was quick, but her eyes held a curious glaze to them. "Yet not totally surprising. Visions can come to people at any time, especially in moments of intense clarity – or pleasure."

Her husband merely nodded mutely, the blush deepening as his memory took them back to their wedding night. Not doubt it had been fueled by pleasure and passion – until a vision had come with her climax. It had certainly ruined the moon, as if it wasn't enough to see her eyes roll back and her body tense like it had been electrocuted.

"Perhaps you would like tips on how to be a terrible lover, then we could avoid such a thing happening again." She offered, picking up her cup once more.

"Certainly not!" He barked, attracting the attention of those around them in the little café. "Uh, well, I mean-

Pursing her lips to keep her laughter contained, she reached out with her free hand, pleased when he took it, the comforting grip of his worn hands was pleasure enough for her. "I am luck to have a husband who can tend to the needs of his wife to adequately."

"It was more than adequate." He huffed, giving her hand a light squeeze. "Or did you forget, the…you know –

"The technique?" She inquired, sipping her tea as he nodded mutely once more. "I remember. I had not expected you to be quite so good with your tongue."

Clearing his throat he stood, pulling her along with him – leaving a galleon when he owned a sickle.

She didn't need a vision to know where they were headed, but she smiled anyway. Marriage was going to be fun.