The more Mr. Zabini spoke, the less Angie believed him. He had to be drunk or something. "You'll have to excuse me if I don't believe that." Ang had always thought divination to be an imprecise branch of magic, though she knew many civilizations had believed in its validity for centuries if not thousands of years.

"If I were you Mr. Zabini, I would find something else to do with your time." Clearly he was either some kind of lunatic or perhaps he'd indulged in some opium today. Either way, Angie was in no mood to humor whatever it was he was playing at. "Or perhaps head home." She hadn't the foggiest idea what exactly he hoped to accomplish here, but she was not interested. "Enjoy your afternoon." She dismissed him with a wave her of her hand as she turned to move on.