*She hesitates for a moment, struggling to recall her long-ago Divination class in third year. Besides, she's not quite sure she should. But it seems she can't help it: after a long moment, she takes his hand with a light, reluctant touch.*

Well, you don't work with your hands.

*Her voice is low and halting, her eyes moving over the lines as if relieved to be off his face. Gently, she traces his palm--starting at the web between thumb and forefinger and ending at the wrist--but she can't remember exactly which one it is. Still, she presses on.*

And this one's crisscrossed early, see? The, ah, heart line?


Honestly, I'm not sure. It's been awhile.