|Sep. 22nd, 2007 @ 09:13 pm Fic: Plamistry (James/Scorpius)|
Summary: Part of a prompt challenge found james_scorpius Insane Journal community. Prompt: Hands
It wasn't so much that hated Divination as that he thought it was a waste of time. There were only so many stories he could make up as he looked down at the tea leaves, and only so much tea he could drink.
It wasn't like it was real. Or true.
In fact, his aunt Hermione, the smartest person he's ever known, thought it was a load of rubbish.
When had tracing the lines of his palm predicted his fate?
As his dad said, fate was what you made of life, and it wasn't like his lifeline or heart line would determine what kind of life he would have, who he marry or even if he would become an Auror like his dad.
Because if he did take it seriously, and accept what the lines of his palm were telling him, in particular his lack of fate line, it would seem his life was going to be a series of adventures.
Maybe there was something to this, after all.