slytherin royals [draco malfoy]

𝟎𝟎𝟑.

"Mikaelson prophecy"

divination. what a way to start the year. the professor for the class is said to be crazy and the classroom said to look like a joke. ridiculous to say the least.

the four Slytherins trecked up the spiral staircases on their way to a dreadful period. the staircase was far too narrow to hold a sea of students as they scurried to their first class of the evening. every time someone brushed against the Mikealson she'd send them a scowl or a "watch it mudblood"

"why so glum Malfoy?", she teases Draco, bumping her shoulder against his.

Draco holds a look of disgust. "divination is absolutely pointless. I was hoping professor umbridge would get rid of her in her time but it seems like she and her stupid lessons are here to stay."

prim had no idea as to what proffesor trewlany's lessons had in store, but if the words passed around were true, she'd be dreading the class just as much as Malfoy. the endless staircase finally came to an end and with a turn of a corner, they entered the divination classroom, the strong smell of insence and candles taking over their senses abruptly.

the mikealson begins to cough vigorously. "shit. this is torture already."

a squeaky voice catches everyones attention as the four Slytherins have a seat at a round table covered in a thick red cloth. "have a seat everyone have a seat"

the voice is soon matched to a face prim assumes is professor trewlany. she has puffy brown curls and round glasses that magnify her eyes tremendously. she wears a strange attire that consists of a long gray long-sleeved shirt over a black skirt and several layered necklaces of spiritual appearance. her presence definitely quieted the room as everyone waited to see what would happen from there.

the professor inspects the room appearing to keep her thoughts to herself. "hmmm."

her eyes soon land on the Mikealson. "ah a new face. and who are you young lady?"

prim rolls her eyes in annoyance. "primrose Mikealson professor."

professor trewlany seems startled when hearing her last name, swallowing a dry lump forming in her throat. "I see." she quickly turns away, once again directing her words to everyone in the class."today you will be creating complicated charts to decipher which planets are where and how that affects you."

hermoine leans over to whisper to harry. "I think divination seems very wooly. a lot of guesswork if you ask me."

prim overhears her, just being one table up. "this is a giant load of bullshit if you ask me."

hermoine just acts like she didn't hear her, continuing to try and avoid any interactions with the Mikealson, an uncomfortable silence taking over the space in the golden trio's table as professor trewlany gathers some things for demonstration. she manages to form a clatter of noises as she holds loads of teacups in her hands.

prim rolls her eyes. "pathetic."

"tell me about it.", a certain beach blonde adds to her side.

hermoine ends up using a spell to successfully distribute each one of the teacups to each student in the room. Teacher's pet.

professor trewlany pushes up her glasses that had slid down her nose bridge from the hassle."ah thank you miss granger, your contribution is greatly appreciated. now class, please take a close look at your tea cups. you will find some special powder at each of your tables. you shall carefully sprinkle it over your teacup and proceed to pour the blue liquid you'll find in front of you as well. stare closely at the changes that occur inside your teacup as you must not take your eyes off of it while the prediction is working. if done right, you should be able to access the door to your subconscious, therefore accusing the roots and true meaning of your dreams. begin."

things were now getting truly ridiculous in the Mikealson's eyes. nonetheless, she sprinkled the shimmering gold powder in her teacup. as she went to grab the vile that contained the blue liquid she sensed Malfoy's stare.

"what?", she probes, turning slightly to face the Slytherin.

"you are not seriously going to do this are you?"

"and why not?", She continues. "it'll be fun to watch this be as anticlimactic as expected Malfoy."

with a roll of his eyes he reaches over for the powder for himself. jus as he does so, the mikealson manages to Pour a bit of the blue liquid into the teacup, swishing it inside the glass briefly before doing so. it falls into the teacup with a light splash, the strongest smell rushing to her senses immediately.

"what in merlin's beard is this?", she groans, bringing her hand to cover her nose in a failed attempt to block the sordid smell from reaching her any longer. she stares down at the teacup expecting to see nothing but the blue liquid mixed in with tints of gold, but as she leans over she doesn't quite receive the anticlimactic ending she was expecting.

her eyes fall onto the teacup, her gaze not tearing away for a single second as an image is imprinted into her head.

she's laying on the floor. a cold marble floor. face on the ground. limbs given out, everything aching. as her cheek separated from the flooring she manages to recognize her surroundings as a fancy ballroom looking room. a crackling fireplace on one end, silk velvet furniture on the other. an expensive chandelier towering above her, shards of sparkling gems glimmering. a sharp pain draws her to look at her wrist. a single word is carved into her sensitive skin, blood dripping from each letter and onto the pristine flooring. 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧

a light touch on her shoulder pulls her back from the nightmare, her brain feeling like its been funneled inside out.

"you alright there? look like you've seen a ghost.", Draco snickers. "it didn't actually work for you did it?"

primrose gulps down a dry Lump in her throat that had formed. "uh-no of course not."

"good. it didn't work for me either."

professor trewlany comes to the Slytherin's table to take a closer look at the Mikealson's tea cup after having spotted her staring at it intently seconds before. "may I take a look?"

primrose scoffs, forcing what just happened deep into the back of her mind. "knock yourself out."

as trewlany reaches for the glass, just as her fingertips graze the fragile material she shoots back abruptly, nearly tripping over her robe as if electricity had surged through her from the teacup. malfoy flinches slightly, prim just knitting her eyebrows closely together in confusion.

trewlany takes several steps back before quickly coming back, Peering over the edge of the table to catch a quick glance of the contents inside. "no. it can't be.", she mutters to herself in disbelief.

at this point, the whole class has drawn their attention to the commotion unraveling at the Mikealson's table.

the startled professor continues to quickly mutter to herself, nervously fiddling with her spiritual jewlery. "she must be...tribrid...prophecy...riddle."

"what the fuck is happening?", Draco whisper over to prim.

prim just keeps her gaze on the professor. "speak."

"you-you and riddle.", trewlany stutters. "you must leave the school miss mikealson. before the tragedy reaches you first before-before-"

Draco grabs the mikealson by the arm pulling her out of her seat and out of the divination room."that's enough of this crap."

a single word lingered in the Mikealson's mind.𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍