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VEGA DESCENDED THE DIVINATION CLASSROOM'S LADDER, DOWN THE WINDING STAIRS, WALKING WITH HE LIPS PURSED.
vega was a few minutes early to transfiguration, taking a seat the very back corner and pulling her legs up on the chair beside her.
luckily, she was able to sit alone in this class.
the rest of the students scattered in, eyes trailing harry as he walks up to the back of the classroom.
vega listens intently as mcgonagall teaches about Animagi (wizards who could transform at will into animals), watching intently when she transformed herself in front of their eyes into a tabby cat with spectacle markings around her eyes.
none of the rest of the class seemed that awed, either. vega seemed the only one interested.
"really, what has got into you all today?" said mcgonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at them all.
"not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."
vega smiled slightly,
minnie's feeling left out
everybody's heads turned toward Harry again, but nobody spoke.
then hermione raised her hand. "please, professor, we've just had our first divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and -"
"ah, of course," said professor mcgonagall, suddenly frowning. vega raises an eyebrow.
"there is no need to say any more, miss granger. tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"
everyone stared at her.
"me," said harry, finally.
"i see," said professor mcgonagall, fixing harry with her beady eyes. "then you should know, potter, that sibyll trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. none of them has died yet. seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting anew class. if it were not for the fact that i never speak ill of my colleagues -" professor mcgonagall broke off, and they saw that her nostrils had gone white.
vega smiles,
damn, minnie doesn't like trelawney much, huh?
she went on, more calmly, "divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. i shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. true seers are very rare, and professor trelawney -" she stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "you look in excellent health to me, potter, so you will excuse me if i don't let you off homework today. i assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."
