“You’re a Seer? Truly?” Endymion exclaimed, forgetting all politeness and decorum to look at her in newfound interest. Even in the wizarding pockets of Britain, Seers were hardly two-a-knut, so they were not the sort of person you met every day. And Endymion, who had always had a sincere enough interest in Divination, was genuinely intrigued now – he had forgotten all about his situation, unable to help himself.
“How have they been changing?” he asked, peering at her patiently. He hoped she would not take this for prying, and would not answer him if she did not want to – but he thought he would give her a window to explain, if she chose to.
“How have they been changing?” he asked, peering at her patiently. He hoped she would not take this for prying, and would not answer him if she did not want to – but he thought he would give her a window to explain, if she chose to.
