Magical Luck (ORIGINAL VERSION)

Chapter Nine

With their first day of class, Rosalie sat in-between Ron and Hermione on fat little pouffes in a murky, incense-laden room, along with Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, and others. Their Professor a complete nut-job if Rosalie would say. Her name Trelawney. She had no respect for the fraud.

"Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess..." She said as a crimson scrim flutters and Trelawney, glides dramatically her eyes huge and bug-like behind enormous glasses. She soon continued with her words. "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."

Rosalie quietly scoffed. What a bunch of bullshit, Rosalie thought. "What a load of rubbish," Hermione whispers, Rosalie watches as Ronald jumps in fright.

"Where'd you come from?" Ronald asks. Rosalie smelled a certain smell on the girl, her father telling her about the one time her mother had a time turner and how she had smelled so different. And this was the same case for Hermione.

Special privilege.

"Me? I've been here all along." Hermione mutters playing innocent. Rosalie rolling her eyes.

Trelawney soon spins onto Neville. "You, boy! Is your grandmother well?" She asks.

"I... I think so." Neville answers completely confused of the question.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." Trelawney says. "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." The woman continued, as Rosalie almost groaned in annoyance. The woman soon turned eyeing Parvati. "By the way, dear, beware a red-haired man." Parvati eyes Ronald dubiously. And edges her pouffe 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." She said. And the class exchanges uneasy glances, while Trelawney smiles brightly. Rosalie simply slams her head on the table in front of her. "Well then. Shall we?"

With the class settling with their teacups, Rosalie looks inside it, and only sees the tea leaves in clumps. Ronald sits opposite her, she frowns at the leaves, and consults the symbols in the textbook (Unfogging the Future) at her elbow. Trelawney walks amongst them, robes flowing.

"Broaden your minds, my dears. And allow your eyes to see... beyond." Trelawney says as she takes Lavender's cup and peers inside. "A five-leaf clover... You can expect to wake with a horrible rash tomorrow morning, dear." She says casually as Lavender frets. She turns to Neville. "Mr. Longbottom, after you've broken your first cup..."

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." She continues before looking to Ronald. Rosalie, giving up as she just writes random stuff down.