GOD KILLERS. Tom Riddle

15. The anger of Circe

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE ANGER OF CIRCE

THE FIRST OMEN HAPPENED IN DIVINATION.

Sitting besides Bunny, they were doing tea readings once more. August knew there were some truth within them. Seeing as Divination and Necromancy went hand in hand, if you were to believe in one, you believed in the other.

Bunny didn't think so. All he did was prattle on about his dreams as if he was Cassandra of Troy reincarnated. Professor Devorey enjoyed his performance immensely, though she knew he was joking, apparently she could tell what dreams were real and what were fake.

Professor Devorey wanted them to redo their tea readings because in third year when they were meant to do them, they hadn't taken it seriously, and had ruined the tea leaves — Bunny had eaten most of them without realising they needed them.

So here they were again, lying down, leaning on the tables as they drunk their tea (which tasted foul) and chatted about many things, mainly boring things like what they were having for dinner, and who was going to win the Quidditch World Cup.

"Well it's obviously the Chudley Cannons," Fleamont spoke in that smug tone of his. It was the only downside to OWLS and NEWTS, anyone and everyone would be in your class, not just a class split up of two houses.

Jeremy Weatherby from hufflepuff scoffed, his blonde hair almost the same colour as his tie. "No they won't, it'll be the Gimbi Giant slayers,"

"Please," Bunny spoke, this was his only subject he could truly excel in. "The Gimbi Giant Slayers haven't won for years, it's going to be the Quiberon Quafflepunchers, the French always win,"

August just slumped in his seat listening in. Bunny would be right, it's not the unwavering sense of that he would definitely win, no. Bunny, in his free time, would spend hours in front of Quidditch statistics, he knew exactly who were going to win and in which game.

It had come as quite a surprise seeing Bunny so good at numbers, August had asked why he hadn't chosen Arithmancy if he were so good, he'd just replied in his usual Bunny charm, it's a bit boring though, isn't it?

So he used his numerical gifts on the 'important' things, like Quidditch. When he bet on games with the other Qudditch obsessed individuals, he'd always win money, a big smile on his face as he bounced into the dormitory, flashing his cash at them all. They'd use the money on chocolates and other sweet things.

"Do you really think France will win?" August asked once Fleamont and Jeremy had returned their gazes to their cups, entertaining Bunny's distracted mind.

"If they keep to their playing style," he started and took another sip of the tea, his face scrunched up at the taste, "merlins beard she needs to invest in some better tea bags — anyway, yes if they keep to their playing style, they'll probably win, but that's only if they bring out Barrows in the second half,"

August just smiled, he didn't know who Barrows was, and didn't care to know.

"Seems probable then?"

"Yes, but the FIQA might ban him soon so, let's hope it isn't until the match," Bunny shrugged and in one swift drink, he'd finished his tea.

August looked down at his own tea, there wasn't much left, but he really did hate the taste. Almost as bad as what he had to drink when he had reanimated that hare.

He chucked the drink back, letting the tea slide down his throat, when it was finished, he looked down at the tea dregs that lay at the bottom of his drink.

"I can't tell what it's meant to be," August muttered before scanning the text book besides him.

Dog? No. Cat? No.

Bunny peered over his cup, "it looks like a pig to me,"

He must've said it too loud, or Professor Devorey must've had elephants ears as she stormed over to them in lightning quick speed.

"A pig you say?" She asked intently, her small blue eyes pretty big as she inspected the cups.

"Apparently?" August spoke with a shrug.

She peered over to look at the cup, before taking a look at Bunny's.

"Do you believe in Divination Mr Lawrence?" She asked, keeping her eyes trained on Bunnys cup.

"I do," he replied back truthfully, he could never lie to Professor Devorey, she'd see right through him with those blue eyes of hers.

"Can you see Bunny's? Peoples tea readings are different, some are literal, whilst others are vague, because the future isn't set in stone for all of us," she spoke lightly, "as you can see with Bunny here, his is a frog, so that means it's a good omen generally,"

Bunny grinned like an idiot, "really?"

"Mhm, that'll mean you'll do well in whatever business you go onto do," Devorey said jovially causing Bunny to grin even wider. "Others are even vaguer like Fleamont over there, his was a hat." A snort from Bunny caused Devorey to give him a pointed look before she continued, "it meant he had a legacy, I don't know what for exactly, but a legacy nonetheless."

"But yours . . do you know what pigs represent in witchcraft?"

"Circe," he felt his stomach drop as he said it. He knew it the moment Bunny had said it looked like a pig.

"Yes yes, it's a bad omen —you've angered her in a way," she spoke darkly, her eyes avoiding his. It made him feel better for some reason, at least now he knew people wouldn't speak to him because he was cursed rather than the killing of Marina. (Which was entirely necessary)

"How?"

"You do Necromancy, don't you? I hear you're great according to Master Toussaint." She prodded, her eyes still on the cup, as if she were to move her eyes, the pig would leave.

"Yes, I do," he spoke, though he knew where this was heading. Circe had shown Odysseus how to do necromancy, so that he could raise the dead, asking them about the future of his voyage and if it went well.

She was practically the mother of Necromancy.

She just looked at him thoughtfully, "maybe nothing will come of it," she spoke.

"Hopefully."

....

"Teachers shouldn't be able to do that," Bunny spoke as they entered the dormitory after Divination.

"Scaring students like that, divination barely works anyway," he rattled on as he slung himself onto his bed.

"It's a fucking sham, that's what it is," continued Bunny, August hadn't spoke, he'd been quiet for the rest of the lesson, the pit in his stomach growing with each avoidance from Professor Devorey.

"No, no it isn't," August admitted finally as he himself got onto his own bed, kicking his shoes off quickly.

"Necromancers obey Circe, it's like the main rule, I haven't offered her anything in return for our last trip," he explained.

"Oh, so just burn some food for her then?" Bunny concluded giving him a shrug.

"It doesn't work like that Bun, I have to go speak to her,"

an/ hope u like a NEW chapter !!! yes so I thought it'd be fun to dig deeper into August as a necromancer ,,, bc last time I pretty much skimmed over it

So yes I did some research on necromancy as a whole however I've added & included things like they pray to Circe bc I found out the first recorded necromancers were in The Odyssey so I thought it'd be fun for august to get payed visits by the dead as well as Circe who he's technically meant to follow ???

Anyway hope u enjoyed this chapter <3