The Unknown Potter [COMPLETE]

Chapter Seven

           I sulked to the Divinitation Tower. I didn't want to climb the ladder, nor did I want to be here. I walked in through the trapdoor, beating everyone there and coming up to the smell of heavy perfume and fire. The perfume gave me a wicked headache.

           Trelwalney walked over to me, greeted me, and walked away. I had prepared for her usual proclamation of my painful and premature death, but she didn't. Harry walked in behind me, who also surprisingly manage to avoid the early death lecture.

          Trelwalney started her class by showing off her so called "Seeing Eye" an she told us of her prediction of  the usual. How we would come back safe, without harm, yada yada. She then instructed us to read the introduction on dream interpreting and use the copies of Dream Oracle to interpret each other's dreams. I scowled and opened my book.

           I was sitting next to a transfer student from the wizard school in India, Saïd Alhaba. I paired with him and tried to interpret his dreams. The lesson dragged on forever, and I couldn't talk about my dreams in the Department of Mysteries, so I made up dreams that turned out to mean I was going to die by falling off of a mountain somewhere in America.

          "Wow," I thought. "She always finds a way to try kill me." Saïd had just finished his description of his Quidditch dream, and we both had given up trying. We were especially annoyed when Trelwalney gave us a dream diary for the month.

          I was ticked as I walked to DADA. I became even more pissed when I walked in to the DADA room, and saw all the pink cats everywhere. I sat next to Hermione, and got out my books and wand. Umbridge made was chant "Good afternoon!" to her, even though most of us didn't mean it.

          Umbridge drew her wand, which was oddly short, and tapped the blackboard. A message appeared on the board:

          Defense Against the Dark Arts:
            A Return to Basic Principles        

          As soon as I saw that message, I scowled. I could already see where this was going, and it wasn't good. Umbridge started rambling on how poor our DADA education was, and how she would be teaching us a Ministry approved curriculum this year. I couldn't help thinking about how much I already hated her. She made us copy her goals for us off of the board, and then told us to read the first chapter from our books.

           "And their will be no need to talk," Umbridge said. I scoffed as I opened my book and started reading. I only made it through the first page before I started zoning. I started doodling on the corner of my book pages.

            I looked over to Hermione, expecting her to be halfway through by now, but was surprised to find that she hadn't even opened her book, and was sitting with her hand in the air. It took at least 10 minutes for Umbridge to stop ignoring Hermione, but only because half of the class was staring at Hermione rather that their books.

          "Did you want to ask something about the chapter dear?" asked Umbridge in her childish voice.

          "Not about the chapter, no," said Hermione.

          "Well, we're reading just now. If you have any other queries, we can deal with them at the end of class."

          "I've got a query about your course aims."