The Weasley in Ravenclaw | Draco Malfoy

Downhearted Boyfriends and Crystal Ball Gazes

The Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw match was bad, but it was nothing compared to the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw match. (Just as everyone suspected.) Why Roger thought the team had any chance was laughable especially since Harry got his Firebolt back.

"Look at that form. I mean, really. Anyone could fly better."

Anthony dismissed himself from the team the day following his first (and only) game. Unfortunately, the boy now thought he could constantly complain about his ex-teammates.

"I wouldn't criticize a player's ability to fly after you made a fool of yourself, cried like a baby, and then proceeded to quit the next morning," Isobel stated, her gaze solely focused on the whoop ass their House was receiving, but her tone made her point very obvious about how she felt about the boy. She even vocalized her criticisms to Elizabeth on multiple occasions.

Elizabeth watched her boyfriend sulk into the bleachers, his arms crossed over his chest. It had been a rough couple of weeks. Ever since the game, Anthony was the complete opposite of himself. His usual comedic demeanor had been stashed away, and no matter how much she tried, nothing could get him out of his funk. Not a date to Hogsmeade. Not a trip to the kitchens. Not a relaxing afternoon in the common room reading the latest Batman comic his mom Owled.

 Absolutely nothing.

Then, following Ravenclaw's crushing defeat by Gryffindor, Sirius Black somehow made his way, not just onto the school grounds, but into the castle and Gryffindor common room. Similar to the previous school year, the students were escorted to their classes every day since the incident, a strict crewfew was set, and trips to Hogsmeade were postponed.

"Will your brother ever shut up about it?" Draco mumbled while staring blankly into the shared crystal ball. "It's been weeks and every time I see the bloke all he talks about is Sirius Black, and his Gryffindor heroics at fighting the murderer off. Bollocks if you ask me."

Professor Trelawney introduced crystal balls two weeks ago and after learning the basics, the woman paired everyone up to see who among them had "The Sight." The class had been going at it for a week, and the only person who claimed to have seen anything was Lavender. No one believed her, but Trelawney was excited about it nonetheless.

"Not until something else happens around here, I'm afraid," Elizabeth replied with a huff, resting her chin on her palm. "I'm going to fall asleep if I keep looking at this fog. Have you seen anything?"

"Just storm clouds."

"This is such a waste of time," Elizabeth heard Hermione hiss from a few tables over. "I could be practicing something useful. I could be catching up on Cheering Charms or literally anything else."

"For once, Granger and I agree on something," Draco leaned back against his chair.

"I'm sensing a disturbance in the clairvoyant vibrations," Professor Trewlaney approached the table Ron, Harry, and Hermione occupied. The woman's hands clasped in front of her gray robes. "Could you tell me what you see inside the crystal ball, my dear?"

"The Grim," Hermione deadpanned. "Possibly."

"I knew I should have brought popcorn to class today," Elizabeth heard Draco mumble from the other side of the table.

"My dear," the older woman patted the top of Hermione's hand. "I am sorry to say that from the moment you arrived in this class, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don't remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so helplessly mundane. You see there? You may be young in years, but your heart is as shriveled as an old maid's. Your soul is as dry as the pages of the book to which you so desperately cleave."