Juliet Diggory (HPFF/ HPLS) SLOW UPDATES

Chapter 13 Care of Magical Creatures

*Juls p.o.v*

"i think we will leave the lesson here for today", said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice.

"Yes... please pack away your things..."

Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Ron was avoiding mine and Harry's eyes.

"Until we meet again", said Professor Trelawney faintly, fair fortune be yours. "Oh, and dear",- she pointed at Neville, you'll be late next time, so mind you work extra-hard to catch up.

Me, Harry, Ron, and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson. It took us so long to find her classroom that, early as they had left Divination, We were only just in time.

Harry chose a seat right at the back of the room so i joined him, feeling as though i were sitting in a very bright spotlight; the rest of the class kept shooting furtive glances at us, as if were about to drop dead at any moment. I hardly heard what Professor McGonagall was telling the rest of the class about and i don't think Harry did ethier.

"Really, what has got into you all today?" said Professor McGonagall which cut me out of my daydream, turning back into herself with a faint pop, and staring around at us all. "Not that it matters, but that's the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."

I've seen it a thousand fucking time I thought to myself I've done it a thousand fucking times

Everybody's heads turned toward us again, but nobody spoke. Then Mione raised her hand.

"Please, Professor, we've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading the tea leaves, and -"

"Ah, of course", said Professor McGonagall, suddenly frowning. "There is no need to say any more, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?"

Everyone stared at her.

"Us", Me and Harry said , finally raising are hands.

"I see", said Professor McGonagall, fixing me and Harry with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Potter and Diggory, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one or in our case right now two students a year since she arrived at this school. None of them has died yet. Seeing death omens is her favorite way of greeting a new class. If it were not for the fact that I never speak ill of my colleagues -" Professor McGonagall broke off, and I saw that her nostrils had gone white. She went on, more calmly, "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I shall not conceal from you that I have very little patience with it. True Seers are very rare, and Professor Trelawney..."

She stopped again, and then said, in a very matter-of-fact tone, "You both look in excellent health to me, Potter, Diggory, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you that if you die, you need not hand it in."

Mione laughed. I felt a bit better. It was harder to feel scared of a lump of tea leaves away from the dim red light and befuddling perfume of Professor Trelawney's classroom. Not everyone was convinced, however. Ron still looked worried, and Lavender whispered, "But what about Neville's cup?"

When the Transfiguration class had finished, we joined the crowd thundering toward the Great Hall for lunch.

"Ron, cheer up", said Mione, pushing a dish of stew toward him. "You heard what Professor McGonagall said."

Ron spooned stew onto his plate and picked up his fork but didn't start.

"Harry, Juls", he said, in a low, serious voice, "You haven't seen a great black dog anywhere, have you?"