Divine Violence

The Feeling of Freedom On A Bloody Chicken

The Feeling of Freedom On A Bloody Chicken

It was the first day of term and already Priscilla Black was over it. Not only did she have to walk all the way up to the North Tower and through a sort of trap door, the girl was now sitting in the most uncomfortable chair she'd ever sat in. If you could even call it a chair, that is. Crammed into the small space were at least twenty tiny tables surrounded by fat little pouffes. The classroom could only be described as a mix between an attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. The walls were full of tapestries that had no rhyme or reason to where they were placed and worst of all, the color scheme made the girl nauseous.

Or that could have been the smell.

But she was sure she was allergic to color.

"If you keep that look up, your face will get stuck like that forever," Ron nudged her side.

She didn't realize she had been judging so hard and quickly masked her distaste.

"You know, you kind of look like Malfoy when you sneer like that," he added with a laugh.

At the insulting comment, Priscilla whacked him so hard he doubled over with a cough.

"Say that ever again and I'll slip polyjuice potion into your morning milk. Then we will see who looks more like Draco," she huffed.

"Noted," he scooted himself away from the glaring girl. "You're scary in the mornings."

Harry put in his two cents, nodding in agreement with Ron. This only led to the girl to try and smack him as well, only he saw this coming. The young seeker quickly caught her wrist with a grin.

"Got to be quicker than that, Dove," he pulled her closer to his side before letting go.

Grumbling to himself, Ron wondered where Hermione was. It wasn't common for her to be late to class and he could have sworn she was right behind them on the way up here.

"Welcome, my children. In this room you will explore the noble art of Divination," a batty looking lady announced her presence as she came from behind one of the tapestries. "In this room, you shall discover if you possess the sight!"

Her voice was misty and intoxicating, matching the room perfectly. No wonder no one noticed her.

"Yep, I'll think I'll be leaving now," Priscilla whispered to Harry before going to get up only to be pushed back down by her shoulders.

"If I have to sit through this, so do you," Hermione whispered harshly as she took her seat in between Ron and the girl.

"When did she get here? Did you two see her come in?" The redhead's eyes went up in surprise.

The two shrugged in response shocked to see the girl as well.

"Hello, I am Professor Trelawney," the middle aged woman greeted as she batted some of her blonde frizzy hair away. "Together, we will cast ourselves into the future!"

"This term we shall be focusing on Tasseomamcy, which is the art of reading tea leaves. So please, take the cup of the person sitting opposite of you."

The class followed her instructions, taking tea cups from their partners.

"What do you see? The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read." Trelawney asked as she roamed around the tables.

"But first, you must broaden your minds," Priscilla felt long nails run through her hair before her head began to shake. "First you must look...beyond!"

Swatting the teachers hand away as her friends giggled around her, Priscilla was close to losing it. No one touched her hair besides the people sitting at her table.