Rewriting the Future (Jake)

Naomi took a few deep breaths in the hallway outside Jake's classroom and office. She'd never told an adult about her Seeing before. In fact, she'd never told anyone but Finley before, and she'd told him because she had been panicking about a vision she'd had.

A vision about Jake.

Naomi knew she had to do this, no matter whether or not Jake believed her. Even the suggestion of danger could put him on his guard, and he was a professional Auror. It might be enough to save him.

With one more deep breath, Naomi knocked on the open doorframe. "Professor Newb- uh, Jake? Can I talk to you please?" she asked, sticking her head in the doorway. "It's kind of important." Well. That was a vast understatement, but she couldn't exactly blurt out 'I think you're going to be beaten up on an important mission and possibly die but I don't really know.'

Naomi had to crack a smile at Jake's joke. It was true, they rarely got to sit down in Jake's class, as they were usually practicing spells or doing hands on lessons. She took the seat gingerly, her smile returning when Jake slid her a chocolate frog. "Thank you," she said, picking it up, although she just kind of fiddled with the package instead of opening it.

"Oh, no, it's not about Defence or Flying. It's not about class. Ummm..." Naomi trailed off, staring at the corner of Jake's desk and trying to think about how to phrase what she wanted to say. There didn't really seem to be a good way to put it, so she just decided to start talking and see how that played out.

"So, uh, you probably don't know this, because no one really knows this, well except for Finley, but that's beside the point-" She stopped herself before she got too off-track, taking a deep breath and looking Jake in the eye. "I'm a Seer and last week, I had a dream, a vision. About you. You were on some sort of mission, protecting something- someone - but something went wrong. You were attacked, there were a lot of them and you- you went down." Naomi took a moment to control her emotions, still fiddling with the chocolate frog. "I didn't- I couldn't see what happened to you after that, but I don't think it was good. I know it sounds insane and I know you have no reason to believe me, but that's the first vision I've ever had clear enough to see someone's face, so it has to be important, right? I just- you have to believe me, professor."

Jake didn't have much of a visible reaction, which Naomi couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. At the very least, he didn't seem to be rejecting her out of hand.

Naomi listened carefully to what Jake told her. She wasn't surprised he didn't have much experience with Seers. They weren't a very common occurrence, even in the Wizarding world. She nodded when he thanked her. "You're welcome. Thank you for believing me."

When Jake brought up the (very valid) point abut how dangerous his job was, Naomi nodded again, and staring at the floor. "I know," she said quietly. "And I know that what I have isn't much help." She shook her head when he asked for details. "I'm sorry, I don't have much. My... power, it's still developing. I'd never even seen someone's face before now. All I know is that you were protecting someone. That- I think it was your mission. I couldn't see where you were or who attacked you. I- I'm sorry I can't really be of much help, but just..." She paused, unsure it was an appropriate thing to say to one of her professors, but she threw caution to the wind because this was Jake and she was scared. Naomi looked him in the eye. "Please be careful?"

Naomi breathed a small sigh of relief at the news that Jake didn't know of any mission that fit the vague description she'd given him. Very, very small, however, because that didn't mean that the mission wasn't still going to happen, and the longer it went between her vision and its reality, the less urgent her warning would seem.

When Jake assured her that he would be careful, Naomi relaxed a little bit more. "Thank you. It's all I can really ask." She smiled as he went on about himself getting old and grey. "Maybe. It'd be nice to have a calm one for once."

At the mention of telling someone else, Naomi's eyes went wide. "No, no, that's ok," she hurried to reassure him. "I can handle it on my own. If something else import an comes up, I'll come tell you, but... I don't want to tell anyone else," she admitted quietly. It had been hard enough just telling Finley and Jake. Telling anyone else seemed impossible after hiding it for so many years.

"I hope it does," Naomi said quietly in response to Jake's attempt at reassurance. She didn't want to make him feel bad, and she knew he was just trying to help, but he'd already admitted to having no real experience with Seers, so it fell a little flat. She couldn't fault him for trying, but she didn't want to latch onto empty hope either. Maybe it would get better. Maybe it wouldn't. Ironically enough, she didn't know.

Naomi breathed a small sigh of relief when Jake assured her that it could remain between the two of them. "Thank you," she told him sincerely. She already had enough trouble with Seeing as it was; she didn't need people asking questions on top of that, trying to understand something that she could barely grasp herself.

A little bemused at the seemingly endless supply of chocolate frogs, Naomi reached out and took the extra chocolate anyway. It was probably Jake's way of comforting people, if she had to guess. "Thank you Jake." At the not impolite (but not so subtle) hint, Naomi hopped off her chair. "No, that's it. Thank you for listening, Jake." She made her way out of his office, feeling a little bit lighter and munching on one of the chocolate frog, half melted from her hands.