Goldstein, Lyra

"I'm doing this in your best interest! Remember that." Lyra called after the retreating figure of her youngest brother. The boy just let out a loud laugh and rounded the corner at the end of the hall. Lyra gazed after her brother fondly for a moment before sighing dramatically, unable to get rid of the smile on her face. Turning on her heels to look at her mother, Lyra gave her the best 'what-can-you-do?' look. Carla Goldstein returned the look tenfold before sweeping after the youngest Goldstein, leaving Lyra on her own.

The blond played with her wand for a moment before casting a 'repairo!' on the broken glass ball at her feet. Lyra's younger brother put far too much faith into divination for his own good. While Lyra was very skeptical, he revered the subject. Lyra smiled sadly as she bent to pick up the crystal orb. The moment her fingers grazed the glass ball, the smoke within changed. The smoke molded itself into a deformed creature, it's dead eyes staring straight into Lyra and opened its mouth to reveal a gaping black hole of nothingness. With a yelp of alarm Lyra retracted her hand as if burnt, her wide eyes fixated on the smoke that had retreaded back into shapeless nothing. She stared for a moment in open shock at the crystal ball. That had never happened before. Maybe she saw-? No. Lyra told herself firmly, as she stood to her feet and backed away quickly from the crystal ball. I'm just seeing thing. I've been stressed out and-and staying up too late at night. That's all. Just my imagination. Lyra assured herself warily. Never the less, she aimed her wand at the crystal ball and shattered it into pieces once more. I'd rather not take any chances. Lyra thought grimly.