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"I'm done. I can't."
Alyssa's head fell onto the desk, making a dull sound reverberate around the room, heads turning to peer at the problem.
Then, as quick as it went down, her head flew up again, hair splaying in all directions. Her doe brown eyes fixed on the students looking her way, and even if some scattered their gazes, many weren't so lucky.
If looks could kill, half the people in the classroom would be dead. Her glare was as strong as the brightest sunbeam, her scowl as prominent as the grounds Hogwarts was built on, and her eyes were narrowed, glaring with fire in them.
Harry Potter found himself comparing her to a pheonix once more.
She was like a flame, burning an iridescent crimson, capable of causing havoc and destruction, even those attracted to her being scorched before they had a chance.
Just like moths, he supposed.
Uncontrollably in love with appearance, oblivious of just how dangerous she could be.
Harry knew full well she could bring armies to their knees if she so wished. Her willpower was said to be more resolute than the headmaster's.
"Dear, you have been attempting to find something in that teacup for two minutes. I think you could try for a little longer. You never know, that cup might hold many secrets."
"Hmm, sure 'Lawney. Only thing is, I'm not sure how clean this teacup is, and, I think you'll find this goddamned Gryffindor is shit at reading mine. I don't owe them the absolutely essential knowledge of whether or not they'll have a good Sunday, do I?"
Ron snorted into Harry's cup as said boy grasped his wrist, hoping no snot had gone in his cup. After all, getting top marks in Divination was so very important and something he completely needed for his future.
Not.
Still, Harry didn't find himself wanting Ron's snot in the cup he'd just drank from. He found himself wondering, just as Alyssa had, if it really was sanitary.
"Let me see that cup, dearie. Yes, part the chairs, part the chairs, I must see if my inner eye would like to predict today."
An obnoxious cough was heard from the Weasley, a feeble thought of covering his laughter appearing in his head just after it had burst out.
