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No. Before I came of age I used to only be allowed to serve the food and soft drinks, but now I can serve anything

“My christmas was nice as well.”

I mean, it earns me favour with my parents and earns me pocket money, so I’d call it worth it. Plus we get some interesting characters at the pub

Not much happened, actually. I have a question for you, though. You teach Divination at the school, if I’m correct?

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“I d-don’t celebrate Christmas, I’m Buddhist. I’d rather not talk about my holiday, Professor, but I’m glad you enjoyed.”

“What an awful thing to be used to.”

Iris chuckled and prepared another gift for Astrid.

Sam frowned listening to her explain the story, waiting for it to get to a point impatiently, he understood th idea of the sub-conscious just fine, but the application of it to this made little sense…He doubted her ‘visions’ were anything to do with information filtering, but all the same, he tried to keep his tone polite. “But what makes your ‘visions’ any different from the sorts of dreams that everyone has all the time that are just random, why should those of ‘seers’ be taken as prophecy, while in anyone else it’s just a dream?”

“Belief.” she said simply, a small smile tugging at her lips. Grimm began walking faster suddenly -- they were close to the house. No matter how much training Grimm had he still acted like any other dog when his cookie jar was close. 

Sam looked at the ground for a moment, trying to think. What did he believe in besides science? Something he couldn’t prove. “I don’t know. I guess I believe in a lot of science… maybe, I don’t know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair’s curls. “Emotion.” Eventually he answered simply. “There’s no physiological explanation for the way we feel things.. no reason we should have evolved it. I mean. Fear has a reason - it provokes a response from us that helps us survive. Even lust has a reason, to encourage the continuation of the genetic line. But everything else? Happiness, sadness, anger, pain, hope, love… that doesn’t have an explanation.”

“Why would you subject yourself to that?”

Sam bit his lip, and shrugged, defeatedly. “Well I’m, sorry, but I don’t believe in religion. I don’t believe in destiny..” he bit his lip again. The thought on his lips hovering. He new deep down he just didn’t want to believe in destiny, to believe that everything that had happened to him had all been accoring to some cruel plan, and the universe had just let it happen. “That’s just who I am”

“Wouldn’t me telling you destroy the whole game?”

Mia’s head snapped toward the woman suddenly. “You go where?”

“There could be any number of physiological explanations for that, we don’t understand the human brain, not really, so much of it is still a mystery, but consider. If ‘the gift’ was definitive, why wouldn’t more people have it, why would it not be controllable?” He folded his arms, waiting for an answer that would satisfy him. Maybe there was an explanation, but if deja vu was just the mis-firing of synapses between areas of the brain, why did predicting the future have to be magic?

“Professor, with all due respect, I think that’s overstepping boundaries here.”