Bianca bit her lip. "I'd actually liked my abilities until the war. It wasn't easy knowing that every vision could be something terrible. But I got through it, and my visions turned mostly pleasant again. Until recently."
She tilted her head, considering. "There are some herbs I know of that suppress it,but...what if I suppress something I ought to have seen? I don't know if I should. You really think I should talk to someone at the ministry? I mean, they've listened to prophecies in the past, in the Department of Mysteries. I just don't know if my visions are, well, important enough to be heard."
Jasper suddenly removed his hands from hers and Bianca actually found herself reaching for them again before she caught herself, flushed and looked away. Her hands felt cold now and she wrapped one in the other for some sort of comfort. "N-no," she forced herself to say. "It wasn't rude. Not at all. It was...comforting." She stole a glance back up at him.