Dear Ladd,
I’ve been terrorized by the fire hens nearly everyday now! First, they got my eyebrows. Next, they singed my nose hairs. I’m afraid to look in the mirror the next time! What’s the future bring? Will the FBCs ever leave ME alone?!?!
Dear Burning in Hogwarts,
It seems like those FBCs do have a knack for picking favourites, don’t they? You must smell like a campfire by now! The Four of Cups shows as a reminder that help is closer than it feels. Those fiery fowls may be a nuisance, but they’re also a nudge to change things up. Maybe asking a mate to walk with you would be a good idea. It’s harder for the fire hens to bother someone who’s not alone. The card promises brighter days ahead. Singed or not, you’ve still got all your cups and a few mates willing to fill them.
Keep your chin up,
Lucky Ladd
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Dear Lucky,
When we fell down the rabbit hole together, I think I heard him say that he actually like-liked me. Maybe it was just said in a moment of fear. Should I ask him about it? Or, should I just leave that alone?
Falling for him
Dear Falling for him,
Oi, the Tower reversed. It’s a bit o’the tumble, that one! What’s said midfall might’ve come from fear, not fancy, so best not to build castles out of shaky ground. This card’s all about letting things settle before you start guessing at meanings. Take a deep breath and let the dust clear. Let’s wait and see if he says something when there isn’t a bit of panic involved. If he meant it, he’ll find the courage to chat you up when you’re both on steady ground.
Keep your balance,
Lucky Ladd
