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"to live is the rarest thing in the world.
most people exist, that is all."
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⸻GASPING FOR AIR, ARA CLIMBED UP THE STAIRS LEADING TO THE NORTH TOWER, until she heard a murmur of voices above her. Knowing that she had reached the classroom, she climbed the last few steps and emerged onto a tiny landing, where most of the class was already assembled. There were no doors off this landing, and as she gazed around the room, she noticed her peers gazing up to the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it.
"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher," Potter read, a few steps behind her. "How're we supposed to get up there?"
As though in answer to his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silvery ladder descended right at his feet. Everyone got quiet.
"After you," said Weasley, grinning at him. The class watched as he gripped the ladder and climbed up; everyone followed.
Ara emerged into the strangest-looking classroom she had ever seen. It didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little pouffes.
Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups.
A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice. "Welcome," it said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."
Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size. "Sit, my children, sit," she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto pouffes. Ara sat at a table with Padma Patil and Lisa Turpin - the latter shifted closer to Patil and shot her fearful looks upon spotting her.
"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye."
