𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸 ☆ 13

Now it was divination. Rosalyn was having a hard time concentrating as everyone around her (except her friends, of course) was looking at her as if she might drop dead any moment. But she just had to grit her teeth and get on with it.

That meant she just had to ignore Professor Trelawney.

They were sitting up in the heavily perfumed attic classroom, around the small tables. Today they were reading crystal balls, and their idiot of a teacher was floating around, talking absolute rubbish.

"Broaden your minds, my dears. For the art of crystal gazing is in the clearing of the inner eye, and you can see-"

Rosalyn zoned out for the rest of the weird speech. She didn't want to crystal gaze, so she just put her chin on the desk and looked as though she was listening intently.

The four of them had a crystal ball at their table, a glass one filled with white smoke, or steam, Rosalyn didn't know, but none of them were using it. She heard Parvati say. "Professor! I have a shape here! Professor! Professor, what's this?"

Rosalyn and Hermione rolled their eyes as Trelawney floated over to Parvati and said that she was going to make a good friend in the future.

Rosalyn hid her giggle and said under her breath to the other three. "How strange! The people she likes get good fortunes, the people she doesn't like get bad fortunes, and I get omens of death!"

Harry, Ron and Hermione laughed. Rosalyn looked round and put her chin on the desk again.

"What have we got here, my dears?"

A few seconds later, Professor Trelawney had wandered over to their table, and Ron, Harry and Rosalyn had to sit up hurriedly.

"Do you need help?" Trelawney went on.

"I don't need help," said Ron, suddenly looking very serious. "It's obvious what this means, there's going to be lots of fog tonight."

Rosalyn, Harry and even Hermione all laughed.

Then, Rosalyn was very surprised to see, Hermione stepped up and said."Oh, do you mind me trying?"

Professor Trelawney looked pleased, and gave her a nod.

It was only until Hermione uttered her answer that Rosalyn realised what she was up to. That she realised that Hermione didn't like Divination after all, she liked mocking Trelawney.

"The grim, possibly."

Trelawney didn't react like she did the first time the death omen was mentioned. In fact, she didn't even flinch. Rosalyn was angry that she didn't.

"Wait a second," she said, staring down at the table. "You scream, when the grim is in my tea leaves, you spend all these lessons telling everyone that I'm going to die, and now, when Hermione has the stupid grim, you don't do anything!"

Trelawney said. "My dear, I know that you have faced hardships, so I thought that that omen was suited for you." Rosalyn gave a harsh smile and a shake of the head. she didn't choose the omens that they would all get, did she? Because that sounded like she had just confessed she did.

Then Trelawney turned to Hermione.

"My dear, ever since you set foot in my class," she took Hermione's hand in hers. "I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit, for the noble art of divination."

She started to look at Hermione's palm, and gave a few sighs before saying. "You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is shrivelled as an old maid; your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave."