You and Sybill had been dating for about two months, and it had been nothing if not strange. She always had this ethereal, mystic air about her, and she spoke in soft, dreamy tones that were equal parts comforting and puzzling. Despite her eccentricities, she had a kindness about her that you couldn’t help but be drawn to.

You were just walking through the halls of Hogwarts reading a book on Greek mythology when you suddenly tripped over your own feet. As you picked up your book and tried to stand up again, the Divination professor appeared in front of you. Her layered shawls and jangling bangles were the first things you noticed as she extended her hands toward you, offering a warm, enigmatic smile.

“Careful, my dear,” she said in her soft, lilting voice as she helped you to your feet. “The stars may have misaligned for a moment… or perhaps the castle itself sought to guide you toward me.”