Beyond The Veil「 The Veil Trilogy Part Ⅲ 」

[16] Everhart

I wrote a letter to Narcissa, requesting her to meet me at Hogsmeade as I wanted to talk to her. But a week passed and I got no reply. Perhaps Draco was right and she was too busy to just come up to Hogsmeade for a visit.

It seemed as if she was too busy to send a reply even.

Disappointed, I let the matter rest for the time being because there was nothing I could do about it. My duties as a Flying and Quidditch instructor couldn't be ignored due to personal reasons so I ended up focusing on the Quidditch season that was going on.

The third match of the season between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was approaching, followed by Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw then Gryffindor and Slytherin matches had already taken place before our Christmas break. There was always twice the uproar when Gryffindor faced Slytherin compared to the other houses and only if the two teams qualified for the finals would they be going up against each other again this year.

I was returning to my room late in the evening after making sure that the ground was set for the Quidditch match held the next day when I heard but shrill but familiar voice stop me in my tracks.

"Katerina, my dear, how long it has been since I saw you!"

I turned around, surprised to see Professor Trelawney, or rather Sybil Trelawney as she was no longer teaching at Hogwarts. She was right, it had been a very long time since I had met her.

She beckoned me closer and she looked very eager to see me so I didn't refuse. Although I was tired, I approached her.

"Good evening, uh..." I paused on what to call her as it would have been easier to address her as just professor like in the old days.

"You can call me Sybil, dear. Come on in. Would you like some tea? Sherry? A glass of wine with your haggardy old teacher?"

She had always been weird but I was somewhat used to it. After all, her books on Divination had taught me a lot about interpreting my visions too.

"I'm good, thank you," I politely declined her offer to fill up a glass of sherry for me too, "how are you doing?"

"Same old... My inner eye seems to be having a riot," she sighed softly, "and it's been long since I read any tea leaves."

"Oh..." 

I do relate to the inner eye having a riot. I had been seeing Evelyn constantly the past few days too.

I wondered if Sybil would know about her since she was most likely a Seer.

"My dear, don't say no to having tea with me, I insist," she remarked and brought out her kettle and china.

I had heard from Professor Sprout that she wasn't doing well so I thought I could indulge her in her fancies for a short while. The tea she made for tea leaves reading was bitter but I decided to bear with it.

Soon enough, she was pouring out a cup for me and her large green eyes were intently focused on me as I accepted the cup.

"Anything you would like to tell me, dear?" She asked and I wasn't sure whether she was just able to sense my unease or if she had seen anything about me too. 

"I was just wondering whether there were any more Seers than you and your Grandmother Cassandra."

"Why, yes, of course. You are a Seer, I told you that the day I met you," she exclaimed proudly, "I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yes but apart from us," I tried to probe further, "did you know anyone else who could see into the future?"

She had gone silent as if pondering over it but then her eyes lit up. "Yes... Yes, there were more. There was once a whole lineage of Seers but they were very rare. Very very rare..."