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See. by Original Oregonian
Chapter 1 : In Which We Meet Our Heroine.
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I don’t know what it’s like. To not know who you’re going to marry, I mean.

Stop. Don’t worry. This isn’t another one of those arranged marriages stories. Not that some aren’t kind of cute. But this isn’t, I promise. An arranged marriage story, I mean. It might be cute. When I say that I know who I am going to marry, I mean that I’m a seer. And I have a pretty clear view of my future.

All Seers are different. Some make creepy predictions, and some only See once in a great while. I’m neither of those. I see things a couple of times a day, and you probably couldn’t tell that I was having a moment, unless you knew me really well. I am aware of what’s going on around me, and I wouldn’t say, fall down or anything. I can't see what's currently around me, but I can feel my surroundings. Most the time. They are usually really quick, bright bursts. Sometimes I don’t actually see anything. I might just get a feeling. Nevertheless, I am a seer, and I know how my life is going to go, for the most part.

That might sound really bad, knowing what’s going to happen. But I don’t know everything. I just know a lot of things. And like I said, I don’t know what it’s like to not know these things. So I just take things a day at a time, mostly. But of course, that’s a full-time job when you live at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I woke up early one morning in my fourth year. It was during that awkward time when you’re fourteen-going-on-fifteen and you’re still not quite sure of yourself. I rolled out of my bed in Ravenclaw Tower, and stretched dramatically. This was also that time where everything is dra-mat-ick.

I looked out the window and down to the Quidditch pitch. Stormy as all hell. Perfect. Maybe it’s weird, but I love playing in storms. For one, I don’t mind getting a little wet. And for two, for some crazy reason, I seem to have more Sees about stormy weather than good weather. And a week before, I’d had one about catching the snitch in a storm. Hopefully that day was today.

“Izzy! Go back to bed!” a muffled voice declared from the bed next to mine. “It’s Saturday. Sleep more.” Rue said from under her blue covers.

“It’s game day! Why aren’t you getting pretty for Asher?” I said, as I pulled off my shirt and wriggled out of my soffee shorts. I reached into my dresser and pulled out my game shirt and pants. I got dressed, brushed my hair, and put on a little bit of lip gloss and waterproof mascara before checking on Rue again.

She had fallen back asleep, so I threw a pillow at her. “You’ve got to get up. You’ll thank me later.” I said. She groaned, but remained in the same spot, so I reached for another pillow. Just as my hand found the soft pillow, I felt the familiar sensation of an oncoming See. My stomach did that little flip, like when you’re on a roller coaster (my da used to take me to muggle amusement parks) and then I could feel the vision settle over my eyes. I saw a bright flash of orange- a goblet of pumpkin juice falling off the table into my lap. This vision was clear- I knew it would happen today. The vision cleared just as quickly as it came and I sighed, opening up my dresser and pulling out my other set of game clothes, tucking them into a slider bag, and heading down to breakfast.

 There was no point in trying to stay away from the pumpkin juice. I’d tried changing the future many times as a kid, and it never worked. Now, I just planned ahead. Reducing the effect of the outcome was easier than preventing it anyway. In fact, it was quite possible that if I tried to stop from spilling on myself, I’d probably make it happen.

I’d learned to stop fighting fate a long time ago. I thought about this as I made my way downstairs, to the hallway where the Ravenclaw tower came out. I saw the Gryffindors coming down the hall from their common room and blushed. My future husband, James Potter II was coming near.



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