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[Mia and Ron sit on fat little pouffes in a murky, incense-laden room, along with Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender and others. A crimson scrim flutters and Sybil Trelawney, Divination Professor, glides dramatically into view, eyes huge and bug-like behind enormous glasses.] Professor Trelawney: Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess...
Everyone in the Hall immediately identified her as Professor Trelawney, from her eccentric style and air of mystique.
Professor Trelawney: ... the Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this. One either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Books only cloud one's Inner Eye.
"Dramatic, isn't it?" Sirius quietly remarked, arching an eyebrow and smirking. Those nearby who caught his comment couldn't help but burst into laughter, the lightheartedness of the moment brightening the atmosphere.
Ron leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and retorted, "You really have no clue." His tone was teasing, a playful jab that hinted at the countless escapades they had experienced together.
Mia, with a cheerful grin that lit up her face, chimed in, "Honestly, just thinking about that class still cracks me up." She shook her head.
Ginny, looking genuinely puzzled, "Wait, where's Hermione?" Her brow furrowing in confusion.
The trio exchanged a conspiratorial glance, their eyes sparkling with shared amusement and a hint of mystery. With a synchronized grin, they replied in unison, "You'll find out soon enough,"
Hermione: (under her breath) What rubbish.
"Where did you just appear from?" George asked, his face revealing a mix of confusion and surprise as he glanced around.
"You weren't here a moment ago, were you?" Fred added, tilting his head as if trying to piece together the mystery of her sudden appearance.
"Wow, how on earth did you pull that off?" Tonks exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder as she scrutinized the blushing witch, who was desperately attempting to conceal herself.
Many onlookers exchanged puzzled expressions, their gazes flicking between the flustered girl and the small crowd, trying to understand what had just happened. The witch's attempts to disappear only seemed to make her blush brighter, drawing even more attention.
Mia, noticing her friend's plight, shot her a warm smile filled with encouragement, which prompted a shy, yet genuine smile in return from the embarrassed girl. The bond of friendship shone through as their eyes met.
"Just hang tight," Mia said cheerfully, her smile radiating excitement. "I'm pretty sure you'll all find out what's going on very soon." Her tone was playful, filled with a sense of mystery and anticipation that made everyone curious about what was about to unfold.
