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Harry, Ron, Aubery, and Hermione sit on fat little poufs in a murky, incense-laden room, along with Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, and others.
"Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess..." A crimson scrim flutters and Sybil Trelawney, Divination Professor, glides dramatically into view, eyes huge and bug-like behind enormous glasses. "...the Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this. One either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Books only cloud one's Inner Eye."
"What rubbish," Hermione mutters.
Ron spins and frowns at Hermione. "Where'd you come from?"
"Me? I've been here all along." Hermione snaps.
Trelawney spins on Neville. "You, boy! Is your grandmother well?"
"I... I think so." Neville stutters.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," Trelawney replies. "You, my dear." Trelawney points to Aubery.
"Me?" Aubery asks.
"Yes. Is your father fine?" Trelawney questions.
"Yeah." Aubery nods.
"Beware of the full moon dear. But, the full moon for you must be a terrible thing. Young ones must go through pain." Trelawney shakes her head.
"Yeah, beware of the full moon because it's a round moon," Aubery snorts.
Trelawney glares at Aubery. "Listen child, but your fate is up to the heavens to decide. The first term will be devoted to the reading of tea leaves. If all goes well, we will proceed to palmistry, fire omens, and finally... the crystal ball." Eyeing Parvati. "By the way, dear, beware a red-haired man."
Parvati eyes Ron dubiously and edges her pouf away.
"Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And in late spring, one of our number will... leave us forever." As the class exchanges uneasy glances, Trelawney smiles brightly. "Well then. Shall we?"
Inside, a cloud of tea leaves mutates oddly. Harry, sitting opposite Ron now, frowns at the leaves, consults the symbols in the textbook, Unfogging the Future at his elbow. Trelawney walks amongst them, robes flowing.
"Broaden your minds, my dears. And allow your eyes to see... beyond." Trelawney takes Lavender's cup, and peers inside. "A five-leaf clover... You can expect to wake with a horrible rash tomorrow morning, dear." Then, casually. "Mr. Longbottom, after you've broken your first cup..."
CA-CHINK! Neville fumbles the cup in his hands and the brittle crash of china is heard.
"... would you be so kind as to select one of the blue ones? I'm rather partial to the pink."
