Chapter 12: Prophet

Callie didn’t care for Divination class. She didn’t have an interest in tea leaf readings and crystal balls. Clairvoyance was an inherent gift and couldn’t be learned by those that didn’t have it. She thought the class was a waste of time.

She was usually paired with Aubrey but due to a rising case of Black Cat flu there were an uneven number of students and Professor Goode paired her up with the seer boy in class. He was blind as all seers were and had his familiar, an Australian Shepherd, as his guide dog. His familiar stared at her warily.

He was lanky like most boys in their year with golden skin and close-cropped dark curls. He waited by his table as she came over and took the seat across from him. He smiled at her directly. "Hi. I’m Enoch."

"Callie."

"The new girl from England." He began shuffling his tarot deck with ease from practice. "You have that pretty hair."

She touched her dyed brown hair subconsciously. "And how would you know that?"