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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 as she was paired with Ron during divination, but her smile didn't last for too long. Why? Because of the new high inquisitor interrupting the class.
"Oh what does she want?" groaned Ron as they closed their dream journal.
""Think of a dream, quick," Marina told Ron, "in case the old bitch comes our way."
"I did it last time," Ron protested, "it's your turn, you tell me one."
"Oh, shit..." said Marina desperately, who could not remember dreaming anything at all over the last few days, unless you counted her nightmares. "Let's say I dreamed I was... drowning Snape in my cauldron. Yeah, that'll do..."
Ron chortled as he opened his Dream Oracle.
"Okay, we've got to add your age to the date you had the dream, the number of letters in the subject... would that be 'drowning' or 'cauldron' or 'Snape'?"
"It doesn't matter, pick any of them," said Harry, chancing a glance behind him. Professor Umbridge was now standing at Professor Trelawney's shoulder making notes while the Divination teacher questioned Nev about his dream diary.
"What night did you dream this again?" Ron said, immersed in calculations.
"Last night, " Marina winked.
Professor Umbridge was making another note on her clipboard and Professor Trelawney was looking extremely put out.
"Now," said Umbridge, looking up at Trelawney, "you've been in this post how long, exactly?"
Professor Trelawney scowled at her, arms crossed and shoulders hunched as though wishing to protect herself as much as possible from the indignity of the inspection. After a slight pause in which she seemed to decide that the question was not so offensive that she could reasonably ignore it, she said in a deeply resentful tone, "Nearly sixteen years."
"Quite a period," said Professor Umbridge, making a note on her clip- board. "So it was Professor Dumbledore who appointed you?"
"That's right," said Professor Trelawney shortly. Professor Umbridge made another note.
"And you are a great-great-granddaughter of the celebrated Seer Cassandra Trelawney?"
"Yes," said Professor Trelawney, holding her head a little higher. Another note on the clipboard.
"But I think – correct me if I am mistaken – that you are the first in your family since Cassandra to be possessed of second sight?"
"These things often skip – er – three generations," said Professor Trelawney.
