Positive energy, my ass!
When Tris opened up his thoughts and let the Mirror of Erised display what was in his heart, he froze in utter disbelief.
In the mirror, he had his left arm around Pheobe and his right around Ms. Farley, with a mountain of Galleons piled behind him and a smug, satisfied grin on his face.
Was I really that fucking simple and straightforward?
Tris could hardly believe his eyes-or rather, he could hardly bear to look!
"Tris, what did you see?" Hermione noticed his strange expression and couldn't help asking.
"Nothing." Tris immediately shook his head.
Hermione looked at the mirror, utterly fascinated. "What exactly does this mirror mean? I think I saw the future in it too."
Hermione had just explained that she had seen herself studying magic alongside Professor McGonagall and becoming her teaching assistant.
If Hermione intended to pursue that path, it really could become her future.
At least for now, it was the future Hermione hoped for.
"So?" Tris turned to Ron beside him. "You think all four of us have a talent for Divination? A gift for prophecy that might not turn up once in centuries, and suddenly there are four of us?"
Even Ron didn't think four people with a gift for prophecy could turn up all at once.
But he was stubborn to the bitter end. "Then if it isn't the future, what do you say it's showing?"
Hermione raised her head and studied the lettering above the mirror.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Hermione was fluent in English and French and had some familiarity with other Latin-based languages, but she couldn't make any sense of the inscription.
"What does this mean? Is it some sort of spell? It doesn't seem to follow the grammar