Not all Seers are esoteric, distant creatures, accidentally trapped on this foggy plane, jingling bangles and breathy sighs, sequestering themselves where they need not worry about the mundane terrestrial concerns which fog up the Sight.
They come in myriad shapes and sizes.
For some, the Sight is a precious and fragile gift, to be protected at the cost of appearing otherworldly - or even mad. Prophecy was their highest aim: to be so unbound from themselves that they could slip out of this world and into the Otherworld, the other plane where years of the collective consciousness lie jumbled, ripe for the picking, ripe for the telling.
For some, the Sight is an art, carefully honed over the years, mixing the certainty of science and the precariousness of instinct together to tell the unenlightened the course their future will take. Anyone may pick up a crystal ball and read themselves in it (even muggles), but only a true Seer, with years of practice and a feel for it – tacit knowledge – could sort the truth from the noise and tell you what those images mean without leaving the fingerprints of their soul all over their tales of the future.
Some seers believe the Sight is pure instinct, not even art, a tingling feeling that lets one know with certitude that this, this is the story that will be written, the future that is to come. The flickering of the flames, the next stitch in the tapestry – so small, so insignificant, so very important. There is no set of prescribed rules or knowledge that can be gained from experience, only a swift following of whim and fancy to draw a reading out of the most changeable of things, to make the future real by one simple stitch.
And there are those, a small minority, but they exist nonetheless, who believe that the Sight is not just a gift, an art or instinct. It is a science. Birds, after all, come and go with unfailing regularity. They know when danger approaches. They know the seasons by instinct. Their songs warn and herald. Learn their ways and one learns the future, after a method.
And there is an even smaller minority, one which rarely raises their voices at all, who dabble in that strange sorcerous form of Divination that the muggles call the stock market. Else how could have old Cantankerus Nott, who despite his vociferous disdain for all things muggle, appeared to have been what the muggles called a savvy investor? And yet he was, as the investigation into the effects and assets of the Nott estate after the second wizarding war showed; with investments in several muggle stocks and bonds made during Grindelwald’s war - risky investments most muggles themselves would not have dared. Who could have predicted, after all, which stocks and bonds would go up and which would not without some talent at divination?
The Sight was not as simple as they made it out to be in Hogwarts. The Sight came in a million different forms, its practitioners varying as wildly in temperament as those who worked down at the Aurors office.
It just so happened one group was the one writing all the textbooks on the subject.
(Pics: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. For tumblr user silachan who wanted to hear about Seers and might have accidentally sparked off a new series altogether.)