He leaned over and took a deep breath above the tea leaves. The textbook had mentioned the scent of them being of some importance, but that was trivial compared to what he'd experience once those leaves were prepared. The most important pieces of the puzzle were the last to arrive, and he set them down delicately, pinching the handle of the cup as if he were afraid it might shatter at his touch. It landed on the little dish he'd set out with a soft click. And that was the last of it.
Thumping his rear back down to his seat, the eager student flipped open a dog-eared page of Unfogging the Future and set his spoon down across the center to make sure the dusty pages didn't turn back on him. Bold black text described the nature of the chapter. Tessomancy - the art of reading tea leaves, it was. To a muggle, things like divination were just distractions. Displays of lunacy or finessed con-artistry, charging a pound to reveal what your future might hold. But that was before magic was real. And now that it was, George wasn't about to wait and find out what came next. He wanted to see just how the story ended.
That wasn't exactly how it worked, though. You needed something in your mind, a question to be answered. But he had too many questions, and his stomach was nearly full from lunch. He didn't have the kind of gut required for a long session of deep-tea diving into the vast, unfathomable depths of time itself. The first-year lad plucked up the sugar cube he'd asked to be placed in the cup and pressed it against his tongue, letting the sweet taste melt in his mouth as he considered what he could ask his tea. The absurdity of it made him feel quite stupid - but who could resist at least trying it?
Steam rose up from the spout of the teapot, making his jaw clench with each extra moment of wasted heat. Ink dripped from the tip of his quill, menacing the empty parchment of his notebook with the freshly wet nib. What was he meant to ask?
Stamina: 5 / Evasion: 6 / Strength: 3 / Wisdom: 8 / Arcane Power: 7 / Accuracy: 6