Claudia
I foresee that in ten years, you shall have a manby your side, with a child named Francesca (commonly known as "Frannie") by your other side, and you shall own 100 westies.
In twenty years, you shall escape from a Korean jail led by a mysterious man who guided you with a lava lamp. The crime you committed was... well, let's not go there.
In thirty years, you shall get your first wrinkle. You will be DISTRAUGHT, and in your madness you will dye your hair ginger. Through a series of mishaps you will then meet your identical twin, who is also ginger. And an alcoholic. However they're nothing like you personality-wise so the world doesn't implode.
In forty years, you shall invent a machine which sends out eyesight-reducing rays, thus greatly increasing the percentage of the population that wears glasses.
In fifty years, you shall be in Vogue for being the best dressed woman of her generation, due to that legendary "heels on wheels" outfit you wore at 65.
Mary-Jane
I foresee that in ten years, you shall go temporarily insane after a successful prank was played on you by the Norse god of mischief. The doctors diagnose you as having been LOKI'D.
In twenty years, you shall recover from the madness... but not without having first read Fifty Shades of Grey while you were still crazy. Oops.
In thirty years, you're gonna be the very best, like no one ever was! To catch them was your real test, to train them was your cause! You had travelled across the land, searching far and wide... AND EVENTUALLY YOU CAUGHT 'EM ALL!!!
In forty years, you shall forget how to speak English (no matter, you were never good at it anyway - what IS the difference between seen and saw?!). But never fear! You shall still be a polyglot due to your continued mastery of both Spanish and Japanese.
In fifty years, you get a starring role on the final season of Game of Thrones, which was put on hiatus until GRRM published A Dream of Spring. From beyond the
Elizabeth
I foresee that in ten years, you shall rise through the ranks of Something Special, something of a prodigy, as it were, eventually reaching the esteemed position of HEAD CLEANING LADY.
In twenty years, you shall develop a keen interest in Shakespeare, travelling with Ms Taylor to Stratford every other weekend to check up on the latest plays.
In thirty years, you shall become the celebrated author of the world's first ever maths dictionary, which then is used as standard by every maths student doing an exam ever, as their formula booklet. They all love you for it.
In forty years, you shall become a grandmother in the literal sense of the word! But after fifty years of experience, this is nothing new to you.
In fifty years, you shall be named the official Next Mrs Keown and your life will be complete!
Kerri
I foresee that in ten years, you shall meet a mysterious man who is tall, dark and handsome. You shall marry him, then after realising that he doesn't really obey you the way a slave should, you divorce him.
In twenty years, you shall meet a mysterious man who is tall, dark and handsome. You shall marry him, then after realising that he's actually John in disguise, you divorce him.
In thirty years, you shall meet a mysterious man who is tall, dark and handsome. You shall marry him, then after realising that you actually don't remember enough Spanish to communicate with him, you divorce him.
In forty years, you shall meet a mysterious man who is tall, dark and handsome. You shall marry him, then after realising that you're old enough to be his mother, he will divorce you.
In fifty years, you shall win the lottery, and hire a Spanish interpreter so you can win back your old husband. However, John is the one that responds to your ad in the Mourne Observer so you remarry him instead and live happily ever after.
Amy
I foresee that in ten years, you shall be caught in an epic love triangle between a Mourne man and his Scottish doppelganger, aka the strangest boy you've ever met.
In twenty years, you shall realise that you never truly loved either of them and you will marry a cousin instead.
In thirty years, you shall develop a sudden and intense hatred for romantic books and films, and for the rest of your life, your favourite genre will be hardcore science fiction.
In forty years, a madman shall steal your car at an SU weekend and go on a killing spree, and after he has filled the boot with many many bodies, Driving Instructor Mark Allen will award him a driving licence! YAY.
In fifty years, you shall become a missionary. And you will CALL yourself a missionary o.O
Looool epic. And you have no idea how happy it makes me that I will actually catch them all because in thirty years there will probably be well over a thousand of them to catch. And damn that is an achievement. Shame about 50 Shades though. My future looks bleak if I go THAT insane.