The Other Uncle (a sequel)

Disbeleaf

AN: The title is a pun, not a typo...sorry, if you're going to read my stories, you have to deal with my puns!

Lol, in all seriousness I want to thank and apologize to my readers! You guys have been so sweet with you're comments and votes! I've been so busy and I want you to know that I really appreciate every word and every vote and every view each chapter gets!

Anna was always the kind of person who enjoyed learning. That didn't mean she liked homework or the more taxing and boring parts of school, but she loved to learn. She had loved almost all of her classes when she was a child.

Except Divination.

Yes, it is possible to see into the future, but it is very rare and she saw no point in it. When she was in school the Marauders would try and see who could make up the most dramatic vision to tell the teacher in order to get an O. That was how you passed that class, with lies. All you have to do is make up a story. It certainly helped improve the Marauders' acting skills but she hated it because it had no real use.

Not to mention Divination teachers were usually weird, nutty, distant, over dramatic hippies (no offense).

Professor Moorwood was an eccentric man who had taught Divinations when Anna and her friends went to Hogwarts. He was bald with graying blonde hair on either side of his head that stuck up in a clown-like style. He had wild green eyes, old wiry round glasses, and a wrinkles that showed his age and laugh lines. The man always smelled like stale, burnt, popcorn. Padfoot used to joke that it was because his brain was fried.

The professor wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't been so darn crazy. He was so unfocused, random and ignorant and just too illogical for her. She had had to hold her tongue to keep from getting into an argument with that man. Even Lily had had a verbal quarrel or two over his logic. He was also very obviously a fake. His predictions he got right were usually very generic and could apply to anyone or just plain wrong. She enjoyed pretending she could see the future though. It was fun to put a hand to your head and shout that you could see that Jeremy Parkinson was going to die of blood poisoning. Ugh, she hated Jeremy. His daughter, Pansy, was just as annoying, too.

She remembered how freaked out her good friend, Alice Longbottom, had gotten when Moorwood had told her she had "THE GRIM!" in her tea cup. Anna had been pretty sure it was just a blob of leaves of no discernible shape(she had been Alice's partner since Lily and Sev had already paired together), but the manic man had snatched the cup a way too quickly for her to see it clearly. Poor Alice had nightmares about a black dog coming to get her. Sirius had dramtically exclaimed how offended he was that "THE GRIM!" looked almost exactly like his animagus form. James had laughed and told him he should follow Alice around to scare her but Anna and Remus had warned them that if they did that they would shave both of the pompous Gryffindor's heads. Needless to say, Alice was left alone.

This was why Remus had never expected Red to get along with Sybill Trelawney. But, in fairness, the woman had went a little too far.

Trelawney had come to their classroom early that morning to introduce herself and asked if the couple would like to have a nice cup of tea with her. The Lupins, never ones to turn down a nice cup of tea, of course, agreed. The three had made some small talk and Anna had begun to think maybe she had been too quick to judge Sybill. But then she and Remus finished their tea and they quickly realized what this meeting was really all about.

Trelawney snatched the teacup off of the table before the redhead could even finish setting it down. Anna's irritation level rose but she allowed it.

The sorceress looked up at Anna, "The comb, you will be betrayed. The Vase, a friend will come to you in need. Finally, the branch, means-" Anna rose an eyebrow, "Wait a minute. You are saying those clumps of brown stuff are a Vase, a comb, and a bloody branch?! That's preposterous!"