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These bones of hewn ivory have never led Cassandra Trelawney astray. Each one was hand-carved with a rune, each joint leading closer to the answers that she sought. Yet the night after a blood-moon, she was afraid to release them.
As a Seer, these visions were a blessing, as much as a curse, an infliction that was threatening to consume Cassandra.
This vision tonight contained a prophecy, foretelling an event from the future, one that would change the fate of the wizarding world. Her fingers trembled as she shook the bones, and Cassandra held her breath before she tossed them.