Black Cat [ Harry Potter ]

013

[ The Prophecy. ]

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The following day started like any other: Olive having to wake Evanna up, (with difficulty), the two eating breakfast with Zoe and Brooke, and then heading off to class. What Evanna didn't know was that this day would be far from normal.

"Wait, you turned him into a chicken?!" Brooke said at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast after hearing of the events that occurred the previous day. "Wow, I wish I was there for that."

"Yeah, she did," Zoe said. "It was hilarious."

"I wish you didn't turn him back." Olive sighed to Evanna.

"We found him outside the library getting taunted by some students..."

Olive nearly spat out her pumpkin juice, while Brooke snorted into her eggs.

"Did you really? Oh that's too funny."

"It really was."

"Does anyone want this?" Brooke asked, holding up her plate which held vegetables that had been taken out of her omelette.

"Brooke! Why are you taking out the vegetables?! They're the best part!" Olive scolded.

"I beg to differ." Scoffed Brooke.

Olive rolled her eyes. "I don't understand how you're so skinny."

"Do you want these or not?"

Olive took the plate of vegetables, and Evanna managed to steal one of the greens unnoticed.

"Don't get me wrong, I love Hagrid... But those Bowtruckles are a handful." Evanna huffed to Olive, as they made their way from Hagrid's hut and over to the castle.

"Tell me about it," Olive replied. "What subject do we have next again?"

"Divination."

"Ugh, kill me." Said the voice of Hermione, joining the two girls. It wasn't a secret that Hermione wasn't too fond of the subject.

"I know, right. That Trelawney is a real nutter." Agreed Olive.

Evanna held an unpopular opinion: although she felt the subject could be rubbish at times, she appreciated Professor Trelawney as she knew her job wasn't easy.

The students began making their way into the Divination classroom. Olive and Evanna sat at a table together and did as they were instructed.

"All I see is mist."

"Same... Are we doing something wrong?"

Evanna looked up from her crystal ball and talked to her friend. "It's a crystal ball... You just have to look in it, how could we possibly be doing something wrong?"

Olive shrugged. "I don't know.. Maybe we just don't have a good aura." She snickered.

"Probably," Evanna sighed. "See anything yet?"

"Nope. You?"

"No...... wait, I see something..."