Divining into ones own future was argued by some to be one of the easiest things to do by some practitioners. You knew instinctively what all of the symbolism meant, you could follow the path of fate complete from the past to the present and extrapolate easily into the future. Others argued that it was in fact one of the hardest things to do. Knowledge of the future changed it, that was a simple fact, you could not know something without reacting to it, therefore knowing your own future was nearly impossible.
Giselle subscribed to the later theory. The people who thought along the lines of the former, hadn't studied hard enough and took a simplistic view on the subject. So she once again found herself at a loss for what to do. She was sitting at her desk in her office, it still seemed strange that she had an office. An office and a classroom, and students and... a life? No, she wouldn't go quite that far. She didn't deserve any of it, and she certainly didn't deserve the paper she held in her hands.
It was the letter that her sister-in-law had sent her. It held the promise of love, happiness and pancakes. Things that a failure like herself didn't deserve. She'd known about the flying accident before the school year had even started! Still it had happened. Valentine had gotten hurt and she hadn't done a thing to prevent it. She'd been to focused on trying to figure out the weird memory thing, that she'd forgotten about the accident. She hadn't even been able to figure out anything with the memory thing. She was a failure. She hadn't even been able to figure out whose memory had been in the hall outside of her own room. Giselle wanted to cry.
Giselle wanted more than that, she wanted to abandon this stupid desk and curl up on her bed under Val's quilt and... and what? Give up? Some voice in her head chided her, after all she's been through? Give up now? What happened to the woman who practically stormed the Duell household last year? She was gone, Giselle thought, or at least the anger and hate that had driven her was gone now. What did that leave her with? Being angry at Lia? She was, but there was no focus for that, she had been dealt with. That was done. This was all she had now and she wasn't sure if it was enough. After all of her failings this year, would they want her to come back and teach again? What would happen if she went back home for pancakes? She didn't know, and she was to scared to try to find out.