"It must be nice." Parvati wasn't unhappy per se, but she couldn't imagine viewing the world in such positive light. "I'm not an optimist, not with my visions. You always get the shitty ones. Oh sure, once in a while, you get someone feeling something good, but mostly it's the doom and gloom. It makes it hard to see the world as a happy place. It's why I enjoyed working with Firenze. The centaurs have such a different way to see the future."
Parvati snorted. "You got lucky then. Or maybe it's because you're a werewolf so they don't think of you as a wizards. They don't really like us. Firenze had to fight them to train me." She looked up, thinking about how to best describe it. "You can see lights around things and people. You can see dark magic envelop cities, but you can also see the happiness around a child eating ice cream. You can literally see emotions in colours."
She grinned. "That's a nice offer, I might take you up on it, although I'm sure you need the room in the morning. Even with the Wolfsbane, the transformation can't be pleasant." She tilted her head. "I don't know what that look means, but I'm a Gryffindor. If you want to know something, ask. And I can say that I spent much time in the Muggle world."