A Vision Of Beauty...or not solo

January 2021 @ 12 pm

Orion had been having horid headaches all morning, and finally during lunch time the Slytherin made his way to the abandoned toilets in an effort for some privacy as a sudden image of an overflooring stall came into his mind telling the young wizard to get out of the walkway. Then bam. Just a moment later could hear the giggling of moaning Myrtle while his shoes soaked up the water on the ground.
Orion heaved a sigh.
"What is going on today.." He groaned while leaning on a nearby wall.
Neptune's head was still making him feel queasy, though he tried to focus on a logical reason to what was going on.
Then last month's odd events came to mind. Orion remembered the same frozen feeling right before something happened, in that case the broken ice statue, and in this case a crappy overflowing toilet. Trying to connect the dots further the Slytherin thought about how upset his mother was when the statue broke, and even more so when she realized Orion almost knew that it was going to break before.
It finally hit him.
His mother thought he was a seer, just like that aunt she refused to talk to him about, and everything about it made sense.
From his tenth birthday to the winter reunion, to even right when he arrived at Hogwarts. That odd intuition Orion had.. his eyes widened mid-realization.
What would being a seer even mean for him? Its not like he could just walk up to the Divination classroom and ask for advice. No, no, he would have to wait until third year to do that.. right?
Although his head still felt off the Slytherin sulked his way out of the toilets and into the corridors.
There, he saw it.
A small flyer that stood out among all the faded ones, reading;
"Seer Club
The main purpose of this club is to share our individual experiences with this talent we were all born with. In our little circle we are all alike and help each other. None of us is alone. We can explore this path, that we are forced to walk anyway, together."
Orion quickly scribbled down the same of the club and the founders in his notebook and nodded to himself. Perhaps the flyer was right, and he wouldn't have to walk alone on his path as a seer.