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 day's first classes had been a whirlwind of new information and the usual hustle and bustle of Hogwarts. After the unsettling Divination lesson, Beatrice and her friends tried to shake off the unease with a quick lunch in the Great Hall. The conversation had lightened considerably, but the dark shadow of Trelawney's predictions still loomed in the back of Beatrice's mind.
As the afternoon approached, the students made their way to their next class, Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The transition from the mystical and dramatic Divination to the rigorous and disciplined study of Transfiguration seemed like a welcome shift. McGonagall's stern demeanor and no-nonsense approach were a sharp contrast to the flamboyant Professor Trelawney.
Entering the classroom, Beatrice noticed the shift in atmosphere. McGonagall stood at her desk, her expression inscrutable as students took their seats. The room, filled with the sound of rustling parchment and the low murmur of settling students, quickly quieted as the professor began her lecture.
McGonagall began the lesson with a brief overview of the year's syllabus and quickly shifted to a more reassuring tone. She acknowledged the morning's Divination class after everyone told them what happened with Harry and, with a smile, gently reminded the students that Trelawney's predictions were often more imaginative than accurate.
This straightforward approach was a relief, and Beatrice felt the tension ease from her shoulders.
After Transformation's class was over, Beatrice and her friends walked together towards the entrance of the Forbidden Forest, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the eerie predictions they had endured earlier.
—You know, I think Trelawney's whole act might be just that....an act,—Leanne said, shaking her head with a smirk after hearing all what happened in the class from her friends. —Im really glad I didn't choose that class.—
—Yeah, she definitely likes to make everything sound like it's out of a Gothic novel,—Beatrice agreed, glancing around as they approached the edge of the forest. —I'm not sure what's scarier: her predictions or the idea of wandering into the Forbidden Forest.—
—At least we know Hagrid won't try to predict our futures,—Susan said with a laugh, making everyone laugh.—
—Well, if Hagrid could predict anything, it'd probably be the next big meal he's cooking up,—Hannah said with a grin. —Or maybe how many creatures he's going to introduce us to this time.
—Or whether Fang will get into any more trouble,—Susan added. —Remember the time he got stuck in the pumpkin patch? That was classic.
Beatrice laughed, shaking her head. —But honestly, I'd take a day with Hagrid and Fang over another hour of Trelawney's theatrics any day.
Justin, who had been mostly quiet, suddenly spoke up with a mock serious tone. —Maybe Hagrid will predict how many times I'll end up tripping over my own feet today. I'm pretty sure my record's impressive.—The way towards the forbidden forest was a bit complicated, being a mountain and having a rocky trail, it was no surprise that Justin tripped a lot of times.
