Emily Potter-Book 3-Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 2

"This is absolute rubbish!" Hermione murmured, passive-aggressively flipping through the pages of her Divination textbook. Emily let out a stifled laugh, peering into the next table, "Right? I mean, it makes sense, but at the same time, I refuse to acknowledge that this is a legitimate branch of magic – this is pure and utter bull – " Her voice trailed off once she noticed her brother looking directly at her, his brows raised sternly as if challenging her.

Emily readjusted herself and cleared her throat, "Frog. This class is pure and utter bullfrog." Ron chuckled to himself, but then fell silent himself, his life flashing before his eyes when Harry's sister was preparing to slam his face into the textbook.

"Miss Potter?" Professor Trelawney airily addressed, gliding down the aisle towards the Slytherin student. Emily grinned sweetly up at her, her book still ajar and feigning closely to Ron's chin, "Yes, Professor?"

Through her bug-eyed glasses, Trelawney let out a joyous little cheer. "Ah, showing Mister Weasley here the book, are we? Nice, very good. Perhaps you can demonstrate the first reading for the class. Go on and see within your partner's teacup."

She gingerly closed her book in one hand and turned over to Luna Lovegood with whom she shared her table, "Alright, let's see what's in your future, Luna." Her friend gladly handed over her now empty teacup for examination. Well, that's a no-brainer. Emily looked up at Luna and then at Trelawney, "That's clearly the sun – symbolizes an abundance of new beginnings that would eventually lead to happiness. If I'm not mistaken."

"Oh, that's lovely!" Luna chirped, happily looking into her teacup. Professor Trelawney nodded, her hands clasped together in amusement, "That is indeed correct! I can already sense some gifts being unlocked, you have the talent for this, Miss Potter. Let's move on to the next teacup, Miss Lovegood if you would proceed..."

Luna reached for Emily's teacup and held it softly in both hands, her nose almost sinking into the bottom of the cup. "Ohhh.... I like this one, it seems to take shape of a nice dog – I feel like a new friendship will be formed and they'll be extremely loyal to you, Em. Dogs are the best figures for loyalty and fidelity. But – " She paused for a moment, reconsidering her response. "The image is at the very bottom of your cup, though. Which might indicate that a friend is in trouble. Poor puppy – "

Trelawney's brow perked up at Luna's mention of the symbol's placement, she leaned towards her student and gasped when she looked into the teacup, her eyes bulging in terror. "My dear! You have the Grim!" She bellowed sorrowfully, continuing to glide to the next table, her focus now on Harry, "You two are twins, correct?"

Emily rested her elbows on the table, her head turned towards her brother's table. "It's a funny story, actually. We just bumped into each other at King's Cross and thought, wow, what are the chances!"

Harry sighed and rubbed his temple in distress, "What she means to say is yes." The professor took the teacup in Ron's hand and let out another gloomy groan, "Just what I had expected – The Grim!"

Oh, my patience is running thin. Emily considered her options which were: a) run her mouth off at her professor or; b) leave the classroom before she gets thrown with more prophetic rubbish. Fortunately for her, Trelawney had helped her process her decision by showing her unwavering dedication to talking more about The Grim. The Younger Potter quickly got up on her feet just in time for the bell to ring and abruptly left without even acknowledging the fact that their professor had not yet dismissed them.

Trelawney had recollected herself and shakenly said goodbye to her students that were already leaving. Harry tailed after his sister and asked about the interesting findings from class, "You don't think that's true, do you?" He asked, his breath a bit airy from catching up with her. Emily rolled her eyes at the fact, "Of course, I don't believe in it!" When he had sensed her immeasurable distress, Harry placed a hand on her shoulder to literally slow her down seeing as talking to her was not working. "Mind if I tag along with you today? I've got a free period, too."