"No. Well, we can tell Tony and possibly Feral. We should not tell any adults. I don't want anyone knowing I'm a seer yet."

"I didn't mean adults, I don't think they'd be useful about it at all," shrugs Bella.

He snorts. "They so rarely are."

"And this isn't anything like Healer Song's specialty."

"It is not."

"How secretive do you want to be about your prophetude? Like, can we tell them at breakfast or do we have to draw them aside and swear them to secrecy?"

"Secretive," he says. "Definitely secretive."

"Okay. Secrecy-swearing it is. After classes tomorrow?" proposes Bella.

He nods.

So after classes the next day, Bella (presumably accompanied by Sherlock) pulls aside Feral and Tony someplace nice and quiet, hopping with excitement.

"This has to be something good," says Feral, gesturing to Sherlock, "or you'd be in bed, right?"

"I might debate 'good', but it's interesting. And important."

"He gave me a prophecy," says Bella, after making quite sure they are unobserved, and she opens to that notebook page and shows them. "We don't know what it means though."

"Whoa," says Tony. "Seriously?"

"As far as I can tell," says Sherlock.

"Which is pretty far. Wow," says Tony.

"Yeah. We aren't telling any grownups," Bella adds.

"No kidding," says Tony.

Feral snorts.

"Do either of you have a guess what it could be about?"

"Nope," says Feral.

"Well... it sounds like it's about your immortality thing," says Tony doubtfully. "But it's pretty vague."

"My immortality thing also vaguely seems to be related to when I do and don't get mist trying to cast a Patronus," Bella muses.

"That's weird," says Tony.

"It's really weird!" agrees Bella. "But I still can't get more than mist, or mist with anything unrelated, so - I don't know what's going on at all."