It's been six days since Percy last talked with Penelope.

In the meantime, Percy is in the Astronomy tower with Oliver, sitting on the open window sill, their legs dangling on the cool air breezing in their faces. Watching the stars in the sky that seems to fascinate Percy so much, Oliver unsolicitedly kissed his fingers, making the redhead's cheeks turn rose.

"You're the best friend anyone could ask for-" Oliver rests his head on the bespectacled redhead's shoulders. "I'm lucky to be your roommate."

"We should be thanking Professor McGonagall for assigning us in the same dorm, then-" Percy nodded, his eyes gazing at the far grass below him. "We have such similar backgrounds, you and I. You understand me and I understand you. It makes me even more comfortable talking with you than Penelope."

"At least you knew who your parents were-" Oliver frowned. "Even if they didn't really care about you."

"You're already part of us at this point," Percy said, nodding slightly.

"Do you wonder about what our future might be?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can see one of my possible futures, why I'm so good in Divination," Oliver started. "My favourite one shows me having a cosy bungalow in a huge space. I saw three children running around in that space- a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette. I'm not sure if Marcus was the man standing me."

"Why?"

"Because the only hint I have on who might be the person beside me is the height, they're taller than me," Oliver explained. "And you know Marcus isn't."

"If it isn't Marcus-" Percy furrowed his brows. "Then who is?"

"That's the question, isn't it?" Oliver chuckled dryly, his feet dangling on air. "No matter how hard I try, I can't see the face of the person beside me. I can see that person is taller than me but that's it. I can see clearly how many children will we have, I can see the faces of each child and the age difference. One of them is older than the others, like the first one to the second one has a ten-year age difference, whilst the second one and the third one had a three-year age difference only. The first two were daughters, and the last one was a son."

When Percy doesn't interrupt, Oliver took it as a cue to continue. "I can see the details of the house, the walls of the house being sky blue wood with white fence, white post, and white door, I can see a light grey roof-" Oliver shook his head, his hands entwined with Percy's. "I can't see the face of the person accompanying my days, though. The only clue that I have is that they're taller than me, and we both know Marcus isn't that tall."

"If you know all this-" Percy shook his head. "Why don't you break up with him?"

"He can be a fun accompany when I need one, I'll admit-" Oliver nodded. "He listens to me, he understands me, he loves me. I enjoy his company, but do I love him?" Oliver shook his head. "I don't know."

"Anyone can listen to your problems and understand you," Percy said. "Do you love him?"

"Marcus is my boyfriend-" slowly, Oliver shook his head. "I wish he isn't, though."

"Why?"

"He's a great guy, a great boyfriend-" Oliver nodded. "He almost lost his friends so he can date me, he puts so much effort so this relationship can work despite the Gryffindor - Slytherin rivalry. His Quidditch teammates originally objected that he had to grind them to the bones to gain their trust. I don't think I can handle so many dates or how easily jealous he is. I love my Quidditch and I love my space."

"Do you love him?" Percy asked, holding Oliver's hand. Oliver looks down guiltily before shrugging defeatedly.

"I don't know what am I feeling," Oliver whispered very lowly that Percy almost couldn't hear him. "He has a temper- sometimes he'd explode and I'll be left to fix his mess."

"You know, you don't owe him shit-" Percy shook his head, kissing the burly brunet's fingers. "What can he do?"

"I guess-" Oliver nodded.

"What makes you happy?" Percy asked, feeling great thumping in his heart. "Are you looking for a new lover or are you yearning for space?"

"I guess a little bit of both-" Oliver nodded slightly, furrowing his brows. "I want a boyfriend who still respects my space and knows not to overcrowd my schedule with dates."

"Do you have any specific figure?"

"I don't know-" Oliver shook his head. "On one side, I do want to change lovers and feel the thrill of love that has dulled with Marcus. I know he's not going to be the man to accompany my days, so why should I keep holding him?"

"But that's just an imagination-"

"I told you, it's not just an imagination," Oliver denied.

"What was it, then?"

"A vision of one of my possible futures," Oliver answered. "I don't know how to reach that or if I'll ever reach that, but I know that is one of my futures."

"Maybe you should teach Divination-" Percy chuckled. "Replace Trelawney."

"Divination is an art, not science," Oliver looked away. "When you get a prophecy, it's hard to decipher the true meaning and the interpretation might differ from each person, like art and music. Mine is even flimsier because not only the process was hard, but a vision only sees a possible future. It may not happen at all."

"Have you ever seen another future?" Percy asked. Slowly, Oliver nodded.

"Yeah," Oliver admitted. "When I'm sick of the reality that I'm living in, I close my eyes and let myself ascend from my body to see another future. I never knew which of them do I want to be a reality, I don't know if any of them will be."

"Would you tell me all about it?"