Your little expert on teenage canniablism is actually a werewolf, and he ended up biting some of my friends. Since you've presumably read my file, you'll know about the time I wandered around the forest naked and out of my mind. Deaton, the vet, found me and managed to help me get a decent grip on my powers - I'm not psychic, but like Lydia said above I'm a banshee. Less people died because of the training, and some aren't as human as they normally are.
And yes, I see dead people. Go ahead and get those jokes out of your system.