the_debt_of_time

"Of course you knew." Mia shook her head and then frowned as another thought
crossed her mind. "How much do you know?"
Pandora sat in silence for a moment, finishing her bite before speaking again. "I
know more than you're allowed to say. It's quite sad, to be silenced. Unfortunate that
Professor Dumbledore finds it difficult to believe completely in destiny and personal
choice at the same time. You can't put pure faith in destiny and then not trust it all to work
out in the end, you know."
"Aren't I doing the same?" Mia inquired.
"Professor Dumbledore wants to believe he's doing the right thing for the right
reasons, but his heart is lying to him. It's more selfish than his mind tells him. You're
suffering more than he is because your wounds are still open. I feel more sympathy for you
than for him."
Mia was not sure how she felt about someone feeling sympathy for her.
"Are you a Seer, Pandora?" She blurted out the question, getting straight to the
point of her visit. She felt she already knew the answer, but at the same time, Luna had
never been clear on the matter either. Despite the many ways that she had changed over
the years, Mia had a rough time when it came to Divination. Yet, there was no denying
Luna had been gifted, and clearly, her mother was as well.
"I thought you didn't believe in Divination," Pandora said with a knowing smile.
Mia sighed irritably; she could just hear Ron's voice in her head, teasing her for this.
"I have a hard time putting faith in tea leaves and dream journals," she specified, thinking
of Sybil Trelawney and the effect that the woman had on Lavender and Parvati. "But there
are some magics that I can't deny. Bonds for instance, and... traits.. ." she began,
gesturing to Pandora and wondering if the witch had foreseen her own future. Her daughter.
Her death.
"Traits that can be passed down from mother to daughter?" Pandora asked with a
smile, unconsciously twisting the stem of the apple in clockwise and then counter clockwise
motions. Mia wondered if there was a pattern. "Did you know my mother was a Seer? She
died when I was nine. Tragic accident, really. My grandmother died similarly."
Mia furrowed her brows as she recalled hearing a comparable story from Luna. She
frowned thinking that so many generations of these brilliant witches had suffered so