Beatrice Lestrange has always been an outsider in her own story. Born into one of the darkest families in the wizarding world, she grew up under the looming shadow of her infamous mother Bellatrix Lestrange.
Despite this, Beatrice is nothing like th...
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The first morning of term arrived with a crispness in the air, signaling the shift from summer to autumn. Beatrice adjusted her robes, feeling the familiar nerves of the first day prickling at her skin. Today was not just any class, it was their first ever lesson in Divination, and though she was curious, a part of her already expected it to be more of a spectacle than anything serious.
—Divination, first thing on the first day,— Hannah muttered beside her as they climbed the winding staircase to the North Tower. —Whose brilliant idea was that?—
—Probably Professor Trelawney's,— Susan chimed in with a grin. —She probably saw it in the stars.—
—Or in the bottom of a tea cup,— Beatrice added dryly, rolling her eyes. —Honestly, I'd rather be hexed than sit through an hour of vague predictions and random staring into crystal balls but I guess it's better then Ancient Runes, don't know how Leanne chose that.—
—Oh, come on, Bea!— Justin said, bounding up the stairs behind them. —What if she predicts something incredible, like... I don't know, you finding a secret fortune hidden in your pillowcase or something?—
Beatrice snorted, giving Justin a playful shove. —If my fortune's hidden in my pillow, then I've been sleeping on it for years without noticing. Anyway, Trelawney's more likely to predict I'll trip over my own feet on the way back down these stairs.—
—To be fair, that's a safe bet,— Susan teased, dodging a swat from Beatrice.
Hannah grinned. —Oh, maybe she'll see that you're destined to marry someone awful, like Crabbe or Goyle —She said laughing
Beatrice made a face. —Please, I have higher standards than that.—
—Do you though?— Justin quipped, raising an eyebrow. —I mean, you are in love with Theo.—
—Justin!— Beatrice exclaimed, her cheeks flushing as the others burst into laughter.
—Oh, relax, I'm sure Trelawney won't see that in her crystal ball,— Hannah said, smirking. —But she might predict you'll spend another year pining silently from the sidelines.—
—Or that I'll hex all of you if you don't stop,— Beatrice replied with mock severity.
They reached the trapdoor to the Divination classroom, pausing for a moment as they exchanged grins. Beatrice was grateful for the teasing, it helped ease the anxiety fluttering in her chest. At least with her friends, she could face even the most ridiculous of classes.
The three girls and boy arrived at the trapdoor leading to the Divination classroom, hesitating before pulling it open and climbing the ladder into the small, stuffy room above. It was like stepping into another world, dimly lit with thick curtains drawn over the windows, the air heavy with the scent of incense. Crystal balls were scattered across small tables, and the ceiling was hung with shimmering, threadbare tapestries.
