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chapter nine ; warnings come in threes ❪ hogwarts school, 1994 ❫
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AURORA Black has been on edge all day. On edge to the point where she's contemplating her sanity whilst sat in the stuffy incense driven divination classroom. Sure, she could just be on edge because she's been living off of coffee in order to take her Astronomy exam at midnight the night before, or because she's just sat her Defence exam... But, blaming exam stress for her anxieties, doesn't seem right. Considering how anxious she feels.
Besides, no matter what the root cause of her anxieties is, she certainly doesn't think she's helping herself. And she doesn't know what she'd been thinking, taking this long packing up her bag after Divination. Harry, who Aurora had heard Trelawney muttering distractedly to, is long gone having not realised she'd been waiting behind for him. In fact, Aurora herself hadn't realised she was waiting for her friend, until she blinked and he was gone, and her heart felt heavy with the same anxiety she's blaming on the exams that never seemed to end.
Blinking away her momentary confusion, she grabs her bag and throws it over her shoulder, walking fast down the stairs. She'd heard Hermione talking about Hagrid's earlier that day, and decided that that would be a safe place to look first. However, as she steps into the main part of the classroom, she begins to feel a little queasy. Her hand goes to her head, clutching it as she tries to focus her blurring vision. Her other hand steadies herself on the table. Head pounding and feeling sick. She shivers. It must be a sudden migraine.
Right?
A hand touches her shoulder. Startled, Aurora jolts and forgets entirely about the pain she had been enduring. As if it hadn't happened, she's facing a bug eyed Trelawney. The Divinaion Professor tilts her head at Aurora, squinting her obtrusively large eyes and wrapping her skeletal fingers around Aurora's upper and in an attempt of, what Aurora assumes is, comfort.
"Aurora Black."
Aurora gulps. "Professor?" She warily eyes the hand on her upper arm. "Is everything alright?"
