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Pt.6

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 6: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒎

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I can find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye."
Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field..."
At those words, both Harry and Ron glanced, grinning, at Hermione, who look startled at the news that books wouldn't be much help for the subject. I smirk at my smart best friends startled expression on her face then focus back onto the teacher.
"Many witches and wizards, talented through they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future." Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. "It is a Gift granted to a few. You, boy," she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouf. "Is your grandmother well?"
"I think so," said Neville tremulously.
"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you, dear," said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. "We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear," she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, "beware the red-haired man."

Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him. I stifle a laugh at the expression Ron gives the Professor at her words. "In second term," Professor Trelawney went on making me focus on her again. "We shall progress to the crystal ball— if we have finished with the fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our numbers will leave us forever."
A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it.
"I wonder, dear," she said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, "if you could pass me the largest silver teapot?"
Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.
"Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading— it will happen on Friday the seventeenth of October."
Lavender trembled.
    "Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh and dear" — she caught Neville by the arm as he made up to stand—"after you've broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue-patterned ones? I'm rather attached to pink."
    Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking China. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said "one of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldn't mind....thank you..."
    When me and Draco had our teacups filled, we went back to our table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly. We swilled our drinks quickly as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped them.
   "Right," I heard Ron say as him and Harry both opened their books at pages five and six. "What can you see him mine?" Draco asks, reaching to the other side of the table, looking in his teacup. "A load of soggy brown stuff," I replied. The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making me feel sleepy and stupid. Thinking Harry is feeling the same as he answer the exact same thing I did to Ron.

"Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!" Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom.
    Me and Harry tried to pull ourselves to together.
    "Right, you've got a tunnel I think and some sort of leaf." I consulted Unfogging the future. "That means you're going to be hiding and afraid..." I furrow my brows but rather continue either way "and you're also impending some kinda change" I look up at draco and he immediately snatches his teacup back, examining inside it. He shrugs it off putting it down.
    "My turn..." Draco peered into my teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. "There's this stupid blob like a...bowler hat," he said "maybe you're gonna work for the ministry of magic...."
    Draco then turned the teacup the other way.

"But this way it looks more like an acorn...What's that?" He scanned his copy of Unfogging the Future. " 'A windfall, unexpected gold.' Excellent, you can lead some...and there's a thing if that was its head-"
  Draco got cut off by Professor Trelawney gasping and screaming. There was another twinkle of breaking China; Neville had smashed his second cup. Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.
    "My dear boy.....my poor, dear boy....no...it's kinder not to say....no...don't ask me...."
    "What is it Professor?" Said Deam Thomas at once. Everyone, including me and Draco, had got to their feet, and slowly we crowed around Harry and Ron's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a good at Harry's cup.
   "My dear," Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically, "you have the Grim."
    "The what?" Me and Harry ask.
We could tell that we weren't the only ones who didn't understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at us and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everyone else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror, except Draco of course.
     "The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" Cried Professor Trelawney, who looked shook that me and Harry hadn't understood. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear boy, it is an omen— the worst omen— of death!"
   Me stomach lurched. That dog on the Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts— the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent...Lavender Brown clamped her hands to her mouth too. Everyone was Looking at Harry, everyone except Hermione, who had gotten up and moved to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair.
    "I don't think it looks like a Grim," she said flatly.
   Professor Trelawney surveyed Hermione with a mounting dislike
   "You'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future."
   Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side.
   "It looks like the Grim of you do this," he said, with his eyes almost shut, "but it looks more like a donkey from here," he said, leaning to the left, me rolling my eyes.

"When you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die or not!" Said Harry, taking even himself by surprise. Now nobody seemed to want to look at him, except me.
   "I think we will leave the lesson here for today," Said Professor Trelawney in her mustiest voice. "Yes....please pack away your things...."
    Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney, packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Ron seemed to be avoiding Harry's eyes as I take glances at the two duo.
   "Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney faintly, "fair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear"— she pointed at Neville— "you'll be late next time, so mind you work extra hard to catch up."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and winding stair in silence without me. I sigh and swing my bag over my shoulder and climb down the ladder. I go to catch up with Harry and the rest but Draco runs in front of me stopping me.
   "Yes, Draco?" I ask. He fittles with his fingers looking somewhere that are not my eyes. "Spit it out." I say. "Tomorrow....before classes start. Would you like to have a mini picnic by the black lake?" He quickly asks, taking me by surprise.  I stammer quite a bit before replying to his question.
   "Yeah sure...why not." I smile. Draco smiles at the floor. "Wear something casual by the way" he says, before turning around and walking away. I smile and think to myself was that a date?

Hello! Yeah...decided to do something between Y/n and Draco so that way it can make sense to what I'm planning on doing in year 4 :) hope you enjoyed and see you in the next chapter!