#fortunate:open

This was her last year at Hogwarts and she was happy to be on her way out of here.  Her mother had been very upset with her over the summer for nearly getting suspended.  Those spoiled Gryffindors.  If a Slytherin had been hit... well none of them would have been so stupid as to turn their back to their opponent anyways.  She glanced over at the other, holding up the little note from the self-proclaimed Miss Echo.  “Don’t tell me you actually believe in this fortune nonsense?” Her face crinkled into a scowl before tossing the little piece of paper aside. “I think it’s a bloody hoax and a bid for attention.”