❝𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆❞
A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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Emelia sat on a fat little pouffe in a murky, incense-laden room, along with several others.
"Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess..."
A crimson scrim fluttered and Sybil Trelawney, Divination Professor, glided dramatically into view, eyes huge and bug-like behind enormous glasses.
"... the Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this. One either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Books only cloud one's Inner Eye."
She heard Hermione mutter under her breath, "What rubbish."
Trelawney spun on Neville, "You, boy! Is your grandmother well?"
"I... I think so." Neville answered, uncertain.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Trelawney continued, "The first term will be devoted to the reading of tea leaves. If all goes well, we will proceed to palmistry, fire omens, and finally... The crystal ball."
She eyed Parvati, "By the way, dear, beware a red-haired man."
The Patil twin eyes Ron dubiously and edged her pouffe away.
"Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And in late spring, one of our numbers will... leave us forever."
As the class exchanged uneasy glances, Trelawney smiled brightly.
"Well then. Shall we?"
Half an hour later, Emelia found herself reading tea leaves, as ridiculous as it sounded. Honestly, she found it all gibberish, but highly entertaining nonetheless.
Trelawney walked amongst them with her robes flowing. "Broaden your minds, my dears. And allow your eyes to see... beyond."
Emelia wanted to laugh at what the woman was saying.
The Professor took Lavender Brown's cup and peered inside. "A five-leaf clover... You can expect to wake with a horrible rash tomorrow morning, dear."
Emelia did laugh this time.
Her partner, Hermione, elbowed her. Trelawney was coming their way.
"What do you see in Miss Clermont's cup, Miss Granger?"
Hermione picked up the cup, "Some sort of club, I think. That means that an attack is imminent. But if I turn it this way... It's a split line. That means a decision."
Hermione looked at Emelia, "So, an attack is coming, and she'll need to make a decision."
"Well done, Miss Granger. I suggest you brush up on your defensive spells, Miss Clermont."
