Trelawney swirled her own tea in her mug and sipped it. The mug was sized like her glasses - overlarge. Together they made her head look small, strangely bug-like as she peered as best she could over the edge at Lavender. "As do I dear, but alas we cannot control fate."
She crossed her legs and waited patiently as Lavender spoke as though she knew what the young woman would say. (Whether she truly did or not was up for debate). She caught the emphasis Lavender placed on the word seeing and her brows knit behind her large frames. "What exactly have you been seeing, dear?"