An open mind.

Something Naeva was unfamiliar with, from her upbringing anyway. School had brought some new opinions into the picture, but Slytherin was a double-edged sword of a house. Some were told they would thrive, others that their ambitions would likely amount to nothing. Especially the working class students.

Now that, Naeva had hated. In her opinion, class was a barrier that deserved to be broken, and those working class students deserved the same change at an education as she did. Not that literally anyone in her standing would have agreed with her, so she kept her mouth shut and toed the line.

“Oh, Divination is wonderful,” she gushed. “But I find it hard to read myself. Every time I try to divine my own future, it’s like a black cloud, and I cannot see past it. My classmates told me I would have a charmed life when we first practiced palmistry, but I couldn’t see it. Not past this.” She gestured with her head to the left, as if to indicate her current lifestyle. “Everyone sees the debutante life as easy, but it’s really not. It’s straining.”

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