"And your readings are really really very good." Basil babbled at her, following her like a puppy towards the spot she preferred, growing more and more excited about the prospect. "Much better than anyone else's. We went to a fair over summer and there was a hag doing readings there and she told me that I'd find the girl of my dream by Christmas and I'd be really happy about it but that's just silly." He told her, "Because the girl in my dreams is missing half her face and I really don't want to meet her and if I did I don't think I'd enjoy it a little bit at all. Not like your readings! You said at the end of last year that something really odd would happen and it would bring all the people I care about closer together. So mum and me and Heather were in London over summer and we were staying in a muggle hotel because mum say's they're cleaner, and while we were there all the lights and things went all flickery and the radio went dead and then there were no lights at all and Heather was really scared but that's because she's a baby, but the lights didn't come back on no matter how much we pressed the button so instead we played muggle board games and it was really fun." He finished, breathless but beaming, as he sat down.
"Rabastan Lestrange went to France. His family are from there. But I don't know anyone else who went to Greece. Oh, oh! Did you go to Delphi? Where all the old Greek oracles came from? Did you, did you? My tutor said they used to hold muggle women over pits of ...something until they had fits. Where they real, you know, prophecies?"