Minerva McGonagall: Topic: Monsters
With slight reference to previous topic, since Minerva pointed out to me that the one led rather naturally into the other. Warning for brief disturbing content.
December 1944
“Certainly it’s poetic,” says Minerva. “A great many things are poetic. That doesn’t make them true.”
“In some people’s minds it does,” Tom says, and lays out the cards. “Inverted nine of swords again, mind you.”
“There’s a ten in – what, sixty-five? – ten in sixty-five chance of any given card showing in this spread. About one to seven. One in thirteen if you were to count inversions.”
“As we are.” He picks up each card as Minerva tallies it on the great curling sweep of parchment, his long white hands curving capably over the deck.
( That still isn't bad odds. )
December 1944
“Certainly it’s poetic,” says Minerva. “A great many things are poetic. That doesn’t make them true.”
“In some people’s minds it does,” Tom says, and lays out the cards. “Inverted nine of swords again, mind you.”
“There’s a ten in – what, sixty-five? – ten in sixty-five chance of any given card showing in this spread. About one to seven. One in thirteen if you were to count inversions.”
“As we are.” He picks up each card as Minerva tallies it on the great curling sweep of parchment, his long white hands curving capably over the deck.
( That still isn't bad odds. )