"But that's so strange to me, I mean, that any of our kind can believe ninety percent of our abilities and yet think Divination is complete rubbish. You know if our kind really did open ourselves up to being integrated with the muggle world... we'd quickly be considered gods, which of course some would want... but what we consider so mundane and normal is a power which we take for granted. Sure it may take loads of proper knowledge to understand a single, complex spell and even more skill to cast it but for the simple spells, the ones we consider everyday for use in our household those are still considerably more amazing to a muggle because it is, it should be thought of as such and Divination isn't so far off from the supernatural magic that controls.. Oh I don't know, say the magic of numbers we see in Arithmancy."
Lyra took a breath and sat back just in time to notice Stephen standing by the table with a cup of Tristan's tea and a plate of biscuits. He arched a brow and smirked as he set down the items.
"Thank you, Stephen," she muttered breathlessly and the seer's smile widened. He walked away with a chuckle leaving Lyra to apologize for her rant.
"Goodness me, I'm honestly not sure where that came from..." she took a sip of her tea, large, blue eyes peering over the tea cup at him.