The Blessings of Hecate [Abandoned]

Thankfully I'm Not Terrible at Improv

Chapter Eleven: Thankfully I'm Not Terrible at Improv
Piper's P.O.V.

THAT MONDAY, things had run smoothly just as last Monday. History of Magic, then Potions, then the dreaded Divination, followed by the absolutely horrendous class also known as Defense Against the Dark Arts.

History of Magic was just as dull as last week. Professor Binn's voice could be compared to a dishwasher. Next was potions, which wasn't anymore interesting than History of Magic. Snape's class wasted neatly the whole period with nonstop yapping about our O.W.L. scores. Fortunately, we were given a break at lunch. The moment I came escaped that fowl classroom had me thanking the Gods for the first time in a while. After I was starting to realize how much I like the Hogwarts food, we had to leave for Divination again. However, something was different this time.

"Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney," said Professor Umbridge with her wide smile. "You received my note, I trust? Giving the time and date of your inspection?" The room had fallen silent once Umbridge, the humanlike toad, had entered the stuffy classroom through the trap door.

"We shall be continuing our study of prophetic dreams today," she said in a brave attempt at her usual mystic tones, though her voice shook with fear. "Divide into pairs, please, and interpret each other's latest nighttime visions with the aid of the Oracle." I looked around the room and saw that Leo and Nico had already paired up. 'Sorry Pipes', Leo mouthed to me. I brought my eyes off Leo and realized the only other person without a partner in the room was Lavender Brown.

"I guess we're partners," I said to her, attempting to be friendly.

"Okay," she said, looking not fully convinced. "We've got to add your age to the date you had the dream, the number of letters in the subject. What did you dream about last night?"

"Um," I decided to tell her the fake dream I had written down in my dream diary, "last night I had a dream that I was on a date with my boyfriend Jason, in America. Then Leo and some of my friends from America were hawking spitballs at Jason and I."

"What would the subject of that dream be?" Lavender asked.

"I dunno- Jason, spitballs, date?" I suggested.

"Let's say spitballs," Lavender laughs. "Let's see that's nine letters. So how old are you? Fifteen or sixteen?"

"Fifteen."

"Okay. If my calculations are right(I'm rather dreadful at maths), your prediction says that you are in danger of losing control. And that you will peril in an endless daze." Could it be more cheesy?

The rest of the class was spent discussing my made up dreams. All of which ended in some kind of form of danger threatening me. What a predictable future for a demigod.

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When we had gotten to Defense Against the Dark Arts, the toad faced lady was waiting for us.

"Wands away," she instructed us, an unflattering smile stretched across her plump face. At this, those who had been hopeful enough to take out their wands at all sadly returned them to their bags. "As we finished chapter one last lesson, I would like you all to turn to page nineteen today and commence chapter two, 'Common Defensive Theories and Their Derivation.' There will be no need to talk."

Another dreadful lesson. Even though my last school was a wilderness school, it was never this boring. Even by these standards. I actually though a magic school would be fun, or at least interesting. It was getting unbearable. I don't know if it was the fact that today had been such a long day, or that my ADHD started acting up. I should've known I was going to pay for it later.