WILDEST DREAM ➛ʜ.ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ

008.

"Welcome to Divination." said the professor, a  very thin lady; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled  shawl. Innumer able chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings.  "My name is Professor Trelawney, You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too of ten in to the bustle and bustle of the main school clouds my inner eye."

Nobody said anything, I side eyed with Hermione and looked back at her. 

"So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field.."

At these words, I, Harry and Ron grinned at Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help in this subject. 

She began to say her things and then lastly got to know what we will be starting, Crystal ball. 

She gave us all the instructions and then we got started. I was with Hermione so we were seeing eachother's cup about our future.

"What do you see?" I whsiepre when she didn't said anything and just stared.

"I don't really....know." she said.

"What?"

"What do you see dear?" We jumped when we saw Professor exclaimed upon us, staring with her wode eyes.

"Uh.. something blackish with a-a wolf and Uh...gold too i guess." Hermione said.

"Let me see." She took the cup and stared deep inside. All of a sudden she gasped loudly, looking at me in terrer.

"Oh dear, you are in a great danger."

"Danger? What's more danger than me?" I smirked at my friends they just looked at me warningly, I clicked my tongue.

"I see you're future will be full of brightness if there wouldn't be any danger coming up soon, then you'll live happily."

She stared at me in my eyes for s minute when I blinked.

"Uh..okay thanks professor." I chuckled nervously, taking my cup.

"Watch out." She mumbled and walked away slowly.

"Stupid class." I mumbled, looking at my cup.

"But what if she is right?" Hermione whispered.

"It's rubbish alright." I said.

"She's a teacher what if-"

"She's a psycho is what she is." I scoffed.

"Maddy!"

"Okay, I'm sorry that I called her that. But she shouldn't just blabber about something is not right okay. I mean just because I'm a potter doesn't mean that my life will be full of death and danger" I said.

Hermione was about to say something but sighed and put it back in herself.

The class was over and my brother and mine cup were the same, we two talked about it and he seems quite tensed but. I told him not to worry. After that we were in the transfiguration class.

When the Transfiguration class had finished, we joined the crowd to the way to the great hall for lunch.

"Ron, cheer up," said Hermione, pushing a dish of stew toward him. "You heard what Professor McGonagall said."

Ron spooned stew onto his plate and picked up his fork but didn't start.

"Harry, Maddy," he said, in a low, serious voice, "You haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?"

"Yeah, I have," said Harry. "We saw one the night I left the Dursleys'. "

Ron let his fork fall with a clatter.

"Probably a stray," said Hermione calmly.

Ron looked at Hermione as though she had gone mad.

"Hermione, if they have seen a Grim, that's -- that's bad," he said. "My-- my uncle Bilius saw one and -- and he died twenty-four hours later!"

"Coincidence," said Hermione airily, pouring herself some pumpkin juice.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" said Ron, starting to get angry. "Grims scare the living daylights out of most wizards!"

"There you are, then," said Hermione in a superior tone. "They see the Grim and die of fright. The Grim's not an omen, it's the cause of death! And they are still with us because he's not stupid enough to see one and think, right, well, I'd better kick the bucket then!"

"Thanks mione." I winked at her.

Ron mouthed wordlessly at Hermione, who opened her bag, took out her new
Arithmancy book, and propped it open against the juice jug.

"I think Divination seems very woolly," she said, searching for her
page. "A lot of guesswork, if you ask me."

"There was nothing woolly about the Grim in that cup!" said Ron hotly.
"You didn't seem quite so confident when you were telling Harry it was a sheep," said Hermione coolly.

"Professor Trelawney said you didn't have the right aura! You just don't
like being bad at something for a change!"

He had touched a nerve. Hermione slammed her Arithmancy book down on the table so hard that bits of meat and carrots flew everywhere.

"If being good at Divination means I have to pretend to see death omens in a lump of tea leaves, I'm not sure I'll be studying it much longer! That lesson was absolute rubbish compared with my Arithmancy class!"

She snatched up her bag and stalked away.

Ron frowned after her.

"What's she talking about?" he said to Harry. "She hasn't been to an Arithmancy class yet."

"Ron, for the love of God, shut up."I said.