"You make it sound like I have some sort of mental disorder," Darla replied, suddenly looking slightly hurt. She hadn't asked to be a Seer, it had just happened and because of that she had been abandoned by a family she had never known.
"Professor Flitwick likes to assign his tests all around the same time, no matter what year. I'd think in your seventh year you would have noticed that by now," she explained as she lazily picked at the polish on her nails. "But you don't have to trust me, study whatever you want."