𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗰𝗸, harry potter

˗ˋ 147

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
AND FORTY SEVEN
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-: fifth year :-

── IN WHICH TRELAWNEY 
IS SACKED AND SAVED

. . .

Aviana had been leaving the library when she heard it, having not gone to dinner once again. The stomp of feet, a screeching wail, and filled with some kind of indescribable fear, her mind flashing with images of her father and his Death Eater friends, and as she rushed down to the Entrance Hall, pushing through the students crammed on the marble staircase.

Harry was a few students to her right and she managed to slot through, glaring at a knot of Slytherins, and found themselves at the front of the great ring of onlookers, some appearing shocked, others frightened. 

"What's going on?" Harry asked her. His robes were damp, and he should have been in his Occlumency lesson but still, it appeared he had arrived just as she did, and she could only shake her head in confusion. 

Directly opposite them in the crowds, Professor McGonagall stood, and she looked as though she was feeling faintly sick. However, in the midst of the ring, Professor Trelawney was stood with her wand in one hand and an empty sherry bottle in the other, looking utterly mad. Her hair was sticking up on her end her glasses were lopsided so that one eye was magnified more than other other, and her innumerable shawls and scarves were trailing haphazardly from her shoulders, giving the impression that she was falling apart at the seams. 

"Oh no." Aviana murmured, and Harry followed her gaze. Two large trunks lay on the floor beside her, one upside down as though it had been thrown down the stairs after her, the woman staring terrified at something hidden by the crowds at the bottom of the staircase. Her hand appeared on his shoulder and she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes to see who. "Oh no." She repeated, glancing back at Harry and pushing him gently to the right, giving him a better view.

"No! This cannot be happening... it cannot... I refuse to accept it!" Trelawney shrieked, and Harry finally found the object of her upset. Professor Umbridge was stood on the very bottom step, providing her a new found height she had once been missing. 

"Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrow's weather, you must surely have realised that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it inevitable you would be sacked?" Umbridge asked, quite calmly in comparison to the woman before her.

"You c-can't." Professor Trelawney howled, tears streaming down her face. "You c-can't sack me! I've b-been here sixteen years! H-Hogwarts is m-my h-ome!" 

"It was your home," Professor Umbridge corrected, and the enjoyment stretching across her toad-like face was disgusting, especially as Professor Trelawney sunk, sobbing uncontrollably, onto one of her trunks, "until an hour ago, when the Minister of Magic countersigned the order for your dismissal. Now, kindly remove yourself from this hall. You are embarrassing us." 

"Probably mid-shag." Aviana grumbled. 

Harry made a face. "Can she do this?" He asked her. 

"I... don't think so." Aviana was up on her tiptoes again, watching over the scene before her. "But I can't remember why." Professor Trelawney shuddered and moaned, rocking backward and forward on her trunk in the midst of the utmost grief. A sob to their left, and both Aviana and Harry looked to find Lavender and Parvati were crying silently, arms around one another. "Oh-" She nudged him, and his head snapped back in front of him.