Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Healing Crystals Class

We entered into the strangest looking classroom I had ever seen.  In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone's attic and an old fashioned tea shop.  At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by bean bag chairs.  Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light.  The curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves.  It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle.  The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups.  Ron appeared at my shoulder as the class assembled around them, all talking in whispers.

Ron: Where is she?

A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.

Trelawney: Welcome.  How nice to see you in the physical world at last.

My immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect.  Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin, her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl.  Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings.

Trelawney: Sit, my children, sit.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same round table.

Trelawney: Welcome to Divination.  My name is Professor Trelawney.  You may not have seen me before.  I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye.

I sighed.  This class is gonna suck.

Trelawney: So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts.  I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you.  Books can take you only so far in this field...

At these words, Harry and Ron glanced, grinning, at Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help in this subject.  I leaned over to Ava.

YN: So basically anyone who fails at this fake subject are "non-believers".

Ava giggled and shushed me.

Trelawney: Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future.  It is a Gift granted to few.  You, boy.

She turned suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his chair.

Trelawney: Is your grandmother well?

Neville: I think so?

Trelawney: I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear.

Neville gulped.  I snorted, and Ava shushed me again, smiling.  Professor Trelawney continued placidly.

Trelawney: We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year.  The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves.  Next term we shall progress to palmistry.  By the way, my dear...

She looked at Parvati Patil.

Trelawney: Beware a red haired man.

Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him.  It took all of my efforts to not laugh as Ron stared at her, looking offended.

Trelawney: In the second term, we shall progress to the crystal ball, if we have finished with fire omens that is.  Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu.  I myself will lose my voice.  And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever.