Magical Luck (ORIGINAL VERSION)

Chapter Five

In the Great Hall, Tom is sat at the Gryffindor table, he opens his edition of the Daily Prophet and sits up in alarm. "I cannot believe it." He growls. Fred, George, and Rosalie look at him. He slaps the paper down on the table.

"'Ministry Passes Educational Decree Number Twenty-Three: Dolores Umbridge Appointed Hogwarts High Inquisitor.'" George reads aloud.

"What's that mean?" Fred asked.

"It says here that the High Inquisitor has the power to inspect all of the teachers." Rosalie reads as she takes the Prophet off the table.

"You're kidding!" The two boys shout, before groaning in annoyance.

"That's not all. The High Inquisitor also has the power to sack teachers as well." Tom states shaking his head.

"Oh god, I bet she's going to be in all of my classes." Rosalie groans at the thought. 

With that, Rosalie was off to Divination, Trelawney stands before her class.

"Greetings my children. I sense even now that many of you already made the transition into the beyond." She says with a spacy smile. "Today we will be continuing our interpretation of prophetic dreams. Please divide into your groups and discuss your recent night-time visions using the text as a guide."

Rosalie opens her book, while listening to Trelawney and Umbridge.

"And how long have you been at this post?" Umbridge asks.

"Near to sixteen years I have been the guide to young seers possessed of the Inner sight." Trelawney states.

Umbridge makes a note. "I understand you are the descendent of the famous Seer Cassandra Trelawney?"

Trelawney nods. "I am."

"And you are the first since Cassandra to have the Second Sight?" Umbridge asks.

Trelawney looks uncomfortable. "These things tend to skip... several... generations." She muttered.

"Of course," Umbridge responds making another note. "Now, if you would kindly make a prediction for me?"

Trelawney seems to swell with indignation. "The Inner Eye does not see upon command!" She exclaims.

Umbridge smiles unpleasantly and makes an extensive note. Trelawney becomes agitated and looks around wildly. She walks over to Rosalie. "My dear girl, your dream diary, if you please!" She commands. Rosalie blinks before shrugging and handing the crazy woman her diary. Trelawney takes it with trembling fingers and gazes at it for only a moment. She drops it back to the table and gives a little scream.

"My dear girl! My poor girl! These dreams are evil portends!" She exclaims. Rosalie sees her lying and decides to play along, a smirk running over her face.

"'Dreamt I was sucking the blood from the neck of a student'?" Rosalie questions. Everyone freezes and looks to the Potter girl.

"Yes, yes! Are you telling me you cannot see the signs? The foretelling of suffering and death?" Trelawney asks.

"For the person I'm killing in my dream yes," Rosalie says shrugging. "Well then, I guess I should be careful with my teeth then, pray I don't hurt a student or worse, a teacher." Rosalie grins, loving the fear rising in the room.

Umbridge clears her throat. "Well, if that's the best you can do, Professor, I will be going."

Rosalie watches her leave walking past her. Snapping her teeth together Umbridge jumps in fright. Rosalie laughs as the pink blob high-tails it out of the room. "Your welcome, Professor." Rosalie says to Trelawney who nods her head in thanks.

"Wait, you were lying?" Lavender asks.

"'Dreamt I was at breakfast eating oatmeal'?" Rosalie reads. "Doesn't seem very suffering, but the toad was annoying me. How she expects to get a vision so suddenly was quite reckless." She states.

Everyone looks thoughtful and nods accepting Rosalie's words. 

With her next class Rosalie sat waiting for McGonagall to walk in, Umbridge already inside the room. And speak of the devil, McGonagall marches in without giving any indication that she knew Umbridge was there.

"That will do," she said silence fell immediately. "Mr Finnigan, kindly come here and hand back the homework – Miss Brown, please take this box of mice – don't be silly, girl, they won't hurt you – and hand one to each student -"

Umbridge had done it, she had disrupted McGonagall. Rosalie waited patiently, excitement in her eyes. McGonagall ignored her. Seamus handed Rosalie her essay; Rosalie took it without looking at him and saw, that she had gotten an 'O'.

"Right then, everyone, listen closely – Dean Thomas, if you do that to the mouse again, I shall put you in detention – most of you have now successfully Vanished your snails and even those who were left with a certain amount of shell have got the gist of the spell. Today, we shall be..."

Umbridge made that noise again.

"Yes?" McGonagall asked. Turning round her eyebrows close together, her eyebrows so close together they seemed to form one long, severe line.

"I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you about the date and time of your inspection..." Umbridge started but McGonagall cut her off.

"Obviously, I received it, or I would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom." McGonagall stated.

Everyone exchanged looks of glee. "As I was saying: today, we shall be practising the altogether more difficult Vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell..."

She did it again.

"I wonder," McGonagall said. "How do you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking." McGonagall said with a cold fury in her voice.

The rest of the lesson was spent learning the Vanishing Spell, with no further comment from Umbridge. 

Though the rest of the day with Umbridge was quite annoying. Every class she was there, Rosalie was ready to sink her teeth into the woman's grubbing neck. But she held herself, the twins would be greatly displeased if she went around their dibs. 

But snapping her teeth when the woman got close was a bonus, she was still scared of her.