𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹, draco malfoy

˗ˋ 05

CHAPTER FIVE
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-: third year :-

── IN WHICH CHAOS ENSUES

. . .

"Omen of death my arse." Marlie scoffed as she walked down the staircases, heading to Transfiguration. The rest of the Divination was spent with Trelawney looking especially nervous, and sent them on their way not too long after they discovered the so called 'Grim' in their cups.

"I mean-" Harry began, and Marlie met her twin's eyes, knowing exactly what he was going to start talking about - the shadow before they summoned the Knight Bus.

"It's tea leaves for Merlin's sake. We get threatened by death every two seconds." She continued, as they reached Transfiguration, pushing the door open. "It's not a surprise some stupid tea cups show it. Besides, death is imminent, why she got so worked about it I don't know."

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil shared a look, glancing at Marlie with the same funny look on their face. They clearly believed whatever Trelawney was spewing.

"What, with Voldemort constantly everywhere it's no surprise that death is on our agenda." Marlie chose to ignore everyone's faces when she said his name. "First he was attached to our teacher's head, then in a diary. Next thing you know he's going to be in the Fat Lady's bloody portrait."

"Marlie.." Hermione said, and Marlie, sat down in her Transfiguration seat next the back, shook her head at her, continued.

"We survied a killing curse once - and no one knows how that happened. What if it suddenly changes it's mind and we both drop dead." Marlie was almost finished, when Ron jerked his head to the front of the class, where McGonagall was sat.

"Thank you, Mr Weasley. Now, Miss Potter, I can confidently assure you that magic doesn't work like that. You survived it and that is that." McGonagall said, and began to teach. And despite the Professor's promise, the class kept glancing back at the twins, as if they would drop dead any second.

Nobody really managed to take anything in - all too preoccupied with their own thoughts to focus on the lesson. And even when McGonagall transformed into a bespectacled cat, it didn;t even draw their attention.

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

Everyone once again glanced back at the twins, who did seem rather pale, despite Marlie's words. Nobody spoke, and so, Hermione raised her hand.

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

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

"Us." The twins said simultaneously, and McGonagall nodded, folded her arms across her waist, leaning against her desk to address the class.

"I see," said Professor McGonagall, fixing Harry and Marlie with her beady eyes. "Then you should know, Potters, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student 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-"