Nico at Hogwarts (continued)

19 - Disastrous Divination

A/N:

Can you believe I updated? Anyways, here is a chapter.

Hazel:

Today we had a class called "Divination" with the Gryffindors. According to Hermione, we would end up dropping it. I ended up following Grace and Maya to the classroom, as Emma had dropped Divination. 

I rounded the corner, almost colliding with Nico, Neville and Will. "Hey guys." I said. We, accompanied by Grace and Maya, went up the little ladder in to corner into the Divination classroom. We rose into a dingy, dimly lit room, hazy candles and incenses filling all corners of the space.

"Hello students," an equally hazy voice greeted behind us. 

"Professor Trelawney," Maya whispered, obviously noting my confusion. Together, we made our way to one of the fancy wooden tables, near where Will and Nico had chosen to sit in the corner.

"Today, we will be learning the art of learning to read tea leaves. It is an ancient technique, centuries old, that you will have to master, before we move on to crystal balls, and palmistry," Trelawny said in her overly misty voice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nico roll his eyes. He would most likely be dropping this class, because, let's be honest, if you want to know the future, which you don't, just go to Rachel for a prophecy of doom.

The teacher clapped her hands, and Grace got up to get us some teacups. The teacups were pale pink, and some people's were blue. We scooped some tea up from the jug thing that was already at the front, before draining it to reveal the brown green tea leaves at the bottom, just sitting there depressedly (I know it's not a word). Mine kinda looked like a Mrs O'Leary, to be honest. Nico looked over to me to look at my tea, just as Professor Trelawney walked over.

She began panicking, and whispered, "You-, you've got the Grim!" At this, the class went silence.

"It kinda looks like mine. I guess we both got Mrs O'Leary's. Dam." Nico said. I turned back to Trelawney, but she looked a bit unfocused. 

"Seven heroes shall answer the call,
To storm or fire, the world must fall.
An oath to keep with the final breath,
As foes bear arms to the Doors of death."

My breath caught in my throat for a second, and Maya sent a glance my way, but I shook off my shock in a moment. 

Then, Trelawney shook herself a little bit. "Did I say something?"

Nico shot back with a quick reply, "Been, there, done that. Get with the times woman."

Then we left. Leaving the classroom full of confused classmates.

A/N:

That was a bit short. Oh well. I'll try to release another one. Yay.

(Word count: 450)