𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐒 [ h.p]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

Soon after their divination class ended the Slytherins started making their way down towards the black lake for their next class, care of magical creatures. They couldn't help but continue their discussion about their new Divination professor.

"If you ask me, she's absolutely mental," Theo marked, walking beside Lyra with a smile.

Lyra laughed, nodding in agreement. "Either that or she's on something," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes. The image of Professor Trelawney playing in her head.

Theo chuckled, playfully raising an eyebrow. "You know, that would certainly explain some of the wild shit she says."

Their banter continued as they walked down the stone stairs, joining the other Slytherins on their way to Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures class by the Black Lake.

"You're right, there's no way she's sober when she comes up with those prophecies," Blaise chimed in, joining the conversation.

"Exactly! She's probably sipping on some special tea if you know what I mean," Lyra added, her voice tinged with amusement. Theo grinned, his eyes scanning the group of students ahead. "Or maybe she's a fraud, wouldn't surprise me."

"I mean, if all I had to do was drink tea and make stuff up for a living, I'd already be the professor," Lyra quipped, earning a round of laughter from Theo and Blaise before Hagrid's booming voice called for everyone's attention .

Theo chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got a point there, Lyra. Maybe you should consider a career in Divination after all."

Blaise grinned, chiming in, "Yeah, you're already a pathological liar and all."

Lyra rolled her eyes, playfully hitting Blaise in the arm "Hey! I am not a pathological liar," gaining a look from both Blaise and Theo, "okay maybe a little, but only when we're pranking" Lyra admits.

Blaise chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Remember that one time we tried to charm all the paintings in the corridor to wear those stupid hats? That didn't go as planned."

Theo joined in the laughter, recalling the scene that had unfolded when the paintings had accidentally lost all their clothes while wearing an assortment of hats. "And let's not forget the time we made it snow in the Great Hall, McGonagall was not amused."

Lyra grinned, the memory vivid in her mind. "No, Minnie definitely was not. We had to clean up the mess for weeks after that."

Just then Hagrid brought out a winged creature from in the forest, "right, everyone gather 'round, this here's a hippogriff - Open your books to page 49" he said calling the group of Slytherins and Gryffindors towards a clearing in the forest.

"And just how are we supposed to do that" mutters Draco looking at us. Lyra shrugged gazing at the aggressive book in her cousin's hand. Lyra had forgotten her book when she rushed out of her dorm that morning. She didn't mind, she figured she could share with someone anyways. And she was grateful to not have to deal with that monster of a book.