It was Wednesday evening after Ancient Runes with Professor Babbling when Ivory received an owl from Professor Trelawney asking her to meet in the Divination classroom.
"Come, come child," the sweet dreamy voice said once Ivory reached the top of the ladder. "I haven't had the pleasure of teaching you in my Divination class but I've been expecting you."
"Oh, have you?" Ivory asked sitting on an empty armchair, she could see why so many students picked Divination, the classroom was hardly a classroom, it had comfortable armchairs with lots of comfy cushions dotted about and a small round tables for every two armchairs.
"Hmm," Professor Trelawney hummed enthusiastically wiping her goggle-like glasses.
"So what exactly am I here for Professor? Forgive me when I say, I have no interest in Divination," Ivory stated hoping that would be the end of their meeting, whilst she could see the benefit of learning what she could from Professor Snape, she saw no such benefit in what Trelawney could teach her. Many students she might have, but no student was actually taking Divination because of its benefits, but more so the fact that it was an easy class which you could bullshit your way through.
"Did you know many generations ago your distant relative Percival Rackham was a Divination Professor here at Hogwarts?" she asked craning her neck towards Ivory with wide eyes.
Ivory tensed, she had read about Percival Rackham in Hogwarts A History, she had also read that he was the first of the five Keepers the world had ever seen, she wasn't too keen on sharing her knowledge on her abilities, so where exactly was Trelawney going with this?
"Right," Ivory replied uncertainly. "I've read about him."
"Good, so you know he was a Keeper like you." Trelawney nodded and stood up pointing her index finger in the air as if she were trying to remember something, she then reached for her wand and summoned two books. Ivory didn't know if this was a result of Trelawney's very hard to believe seer powers or just sheer luck.
"This is a book on Ancient Magic, it's not on the curriculum at Hogwarts, my dear, but you must read this before we commence any training." She gave her a fairly short book, the cover was blank and bound in leather.
"Training?" Ivory asked confused, "for what?"
"Oh my dear girl! Don't you know the Dark Lord is alive and working, he wants the power you guard and possess for his own, we must be vigilant and train you for any outcomes-" Trelawney explained but Ivory shook her head rapidly.
"B-but I don't guard anything Professor. I don't even use my powers, I can see stuff sometimes but I've never done magic or anything with it, I don't know how." Ivory forced down the bile rising into her throat, the ball was surely rolling now, it was only a matter of time before she was kidnapped and used as a puppet for the Dark Lord.
"Yet," she patted Ivory's hand that was resting on the table. "I've seen it in my dreams, there's something at Hogwarts of which you will be responsible for once you hone your powers, he wants it," she said her voice lacking any of the dreamy lilt, now it was hollow and grave.
"Professor-" Ivory started.
"See you same time next week, we'll be going around to ancient magic hotspots around Hogwarts using your sensing abilities." And with that she disappeared behind some beaded curtains leaving Ivory alone in the classroom.
"What the fuck," Ivory said to herself as she gathered her things including the book she had just been given and descended down the ladder and out of the classroom and to the Great Hall for dinner.
On her way she saw Theodore who was leaning against a wall leisurely with his hands in his pockets, a stance that many girls seemed to lose their marbles over whenever boys did it. Daphne Greengrass was yapping at him and he was smirking and nodding his head to everything she was saying. He seemed to have noticed someone looking at him so he looked up and locked eyes with Ivory who didn't bother tear her eyes away. He said something to Daphne who nodded and headed into the Great Hall.
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Servitium| Theodore Nott
FanficServitium Latin (noun.) The essence of service and devotion, weaving a tapestry of humble dedication and unwavering loyalty. "Oh my Ivory, you may not be interested in war, but war is interested in you. You let me violate your justice, destroy what...