QUIET ,, fred w.

iii.

"in this room, you shall explore the noble art of divination! in this room, you shall discover if you possess the sight!" professor trelawney exclaimed, bumping into a table piled with instruments. y/n was seated at a table beside hermione. she was never fond of divination, and it was strictly the only class she had refused to take up until her fifth year. at least she would be able to take it with the rest of her friends than have to deal with stag and the others. terrible, they were.

"hello," she started again, "I am professor trelawney. together, we shall cast ourselves into the future!" the professor raised her hands into the air, imagining herself to be scoping the entire universe out. it was easy to discern that her image was awfully similar to her personality. her hair was frivolous and curly, and glasses so round and wide that they magnified her eyes. she wore robes that fell down to her ankles, wrapping around themselves, and multiple necklaces strewn so very messily around her neck. "this term, we shall be focusing on tesseomancy, which is the art of reading tea leaves." the woman was passionate—crazy, but passionate—and y/n felt herself admiring that aspect of her. "so please, take a cup of the person sitting opposite of you. the truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book waiting to be read."

the professor went on, going onto random students and their cups. she went over to ron and harry, prodding about the cup. ron gave her a few descriptions of what he was seeing. "harry's got some sort of cross," he explained, "so he's gonna go through trial and sufferings. but he's also got a sun, so he's happy. so, uh... you're gonna suffer. but you're gonna be happy about it."

"give me the cup," professor trelawney ordered. she took it for only a second, immediately dropping it to the table with a dramatic yell. "oh, my dear boy," she shuddered. her figure shook as she stuttered on. "my dear... you have the grim."

"the grin? what's the grin?" seamus asked.

"not the grin, you idiot," ben answered, "the grim. taking the form of a giant spectral dog, it's among the darkest omens in our world. an omen... of death." students all around the room let out quiet gasps at the idea. divination was a supernatural subject, and yet so many grew afraid at the idea. they all thought of the recent terrors happening outside of hogwarts, or so y/n supposed.

hermione gave y/n an odd look. her fingers circled the cup's edge and she frowned. "y/n. your tea leaves," she murmured. "your's and harry's are one of the same. they must be." a few nearby heads turned to look at the two. y/n's eyebrows synched downwards and she took the cup from hermione. sure enough, the descriptions matched.

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the trio and a slightly lost y/n hurried down the steps just ahead of hogwarts to find their large gruff friend, hagrid. the topic of discussion was still about the tea leaves from divination. when hermione had shared that harry's tea leaves were the same as y/n's, the idea that the divination couldn't have been real had left their minds. what coincidence would give the two of them the darkest omen possible?

"you don't think that grim thing's got anything to do with sirius black, do you?" ron worried, taking a glance back at his friends as he stepped down. y/n swallowed thickly. somehow she just could not escape her father and his name being dragged through the thick of it.

"oh, honestly, ron!" hermione grumbled. "if you ask me, divination's a very woolly discipline. now, ancient runes, that's a fascinating subject." she was trying to divert the topic. poor harry and y/n had enough on their minds. especially y/n, she had so many questions; even more for harry. they swarmed her mind to no end and she felt so confused.

ron scoffed, "ancient runes? exactly how many classes are you taking this term?"

"a fair few."

it went silent for a moment before ron lingered back so hermione could catch up to him. "hang on, that's not possible. ancient runes is in the same time as divination. you have to be in two classes at once."