🖇·˚ ༘ ┊͙[ chapter five ] ! ˊˎ
╰─▸ professor snape, divination, and discoveries
I HAD NEVER BEEN IN A MORE AWKWARD SITUATION than walking to my potions professor's office after almost knocking out one of his favourite students. After the incident in the great hall, he had to lead me to a room that was located down in the dungeons, in the same sort of area as the Slytherin common room.
"Sit, Miss y/l/n," he gestured to a seat in front of his desk in his office.
It had the same dingy smell to it that the potion's classroom had.
I sat down and immediately crossed my arms. I found myself doing this when was in a situation I didn't want to be in.
"Now Miss y/l/n, I hope you understand some punishment is in order."
"Oh come on sir, he deserved it!" I protested.
"Whether Mr Malfoy deserved it or not, violence is still not permitted in Hogwarts. You will attend detention tomorrow night. Please be here at 7:00 pm precisely. Now please return to your next class."
"Yes sir," I mumbled whilst grabbing my bag and standing up. Before I got the chance to leave, he stopped me.
"And don't be late."
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"SO, HOW DID OLD SEVERUS TAKE IT?" Ava said as we began walking to divination.
I shrugged, "Meh, I got a detention tomorrow night, but it could be worse and Malfoy got what was coming to him." We began our descent down the many stairs to reach the classroom. "And guys, about earlier. I'm sorry I was so quick to accuse you. I guess it was an impulse thing," I stopped and looked at the two of them. "Apology accepted?"
"Yes of course love," Spencer said slinging her arm over my shoulder. "We know how much of a deal that is."
"I'm just surprised she managed an apology, to be honest," Ava chuckled as we entered the classroom.
"Hey! I'm not that rude. And besides, it's just because it's you two." They laughed and we took our seats around a velvet-covered table, with a crystal ball in the middle and three teacups, filled with tea leaves. "Who do we have this class with?" I asked the two of them.
"The lower Gryffindors I think," Spencer said.
I'm still not sure why we have any classes with them in the first place. But I could say the same about why I took Divination.
"Oh great, saint Potter." I rolled my eyes as the Professor stood up.
"Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the noble art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess the Sight." I crossed my arms and scoffed. "Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together we shall cast ourselves into the future. This term, we'll focus on Tasseomancy, the art of reading tea leaves. So please, take the cup of the person sitting opposite you."
Ava picked up mine, I picked up Spencer's, and Spencer picked up Ava's. We all laughed as we looked into what was just mush. "What do you see? The truth lies buried like a sentence deep within a book, waiting to be read. But first, you must broaden your minds. First, you must look beyond."
"What a load of rubbish." I heard the Granger girl scoff at Potter and Weasley.
"She's got that right," I whispered, causing Ava and Spencer to try and hide their laughter.
"You, boy . . ." the deranged Professor began as she approached a short, stumpy boy: Longbottom I think. ". . . is your grandmother quite well?"
"I think so," the boy said.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that. Give me the cup." she gestured to the small, porcelain teacup in the hands of the boy next to him.
She looked into the cup and sighed, placing it back down in front of him, "Pity." She then patted him on the shoulder, almost to try and ease the blow of whatever nonsense she had told him. "Broaden your minds." she had now approached the 'famous' three. "Your aura is pulsing, dear. Are you in the beyond? I think you are."
"Sure." the redhead replied, almost trying to relate to her.
"Look at the cup," she motioned to the cup once again, "tell me what you see."
I yawned to myself and decided a nap would be quite adequate. That was until Spencer thought that wasn't a good idea and addressed her opinion by nudging me sharply in the side.
"What? I'm sorry that I don't exactly find Divination a particularly enticing subject and that I feel the need to have a short nap for the remaining duration of this pointless period, seen as your snoring kept me up all night!" I whispered back at her, but in a shouty way. She brushed it off and turned back to the class, where Weasley was explaining the slop in Potter's cup.
"Oh, yeah. Um . . . well, Harry's got sort of a wonky cross. That's trials and suffering," the boy went on, "and that there could be the sun and that's happiness." he looked at Potter, "so, you're gonna suffer, but you're gonna be . . . happy about it." he shrugged.
"Give me the cup." she took the cup off of the boy's hands and peered into it before immediately chucking it back onto the saucer. She had a look of pure terror in her eyes and although I don't exactly believe any of the nonsense that comes out of her mouth, I believed her fear.
"Ahh! Oh, my dear boy," she approached Potter and looked at him worriedly, "my dear . . . you have the Grim." The room went silent and people began whispering to each other.
I heard one-third year say: "The Grin? What's the Grin?"
"Not the Grin, you idiot. The Grim," someone corrected him.
The grim. The name almost rang a bell.
"Taking the form of a giant spectral dog. It's among the darkest omens in our world. It's an omen . . . of death," another Gryffindor readout.
I grabbed my "Art of Divination" textbook from inside my bag, which was still at my feet and began searching the glossary for The Grim.
"Since when did you become so interested in Divination and "omens of death"?" Ava asked, causing the two of them to laugh at each other.
"I'm not," I growled at them, without looking up from my book.
I finally found the page and took one look at the picture and my eyes widened.
The Grim takes the form of a jet-black dog of giant, bear-like size, and is pertained to be spectral. It has a pair of yellow eyes that can gleam in an ominous way.
It couldn't be, could it? I mean I had seen my Uncle as an Animagus, but this had to be something else right?
The rest of the lesson flew by, mainly because I was too distracted by the rumours and talks of my Uncle and the fact he might be The Grim itself. I tried to tell myself it was just a coincidence and they weren't related.
Whether I convinced myself to believe that, I'm not too sure.
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bruh this chapter is so
factually incorrect, why did
they have classes with the
lower gryffindors??? ugh
i cba to change it y'all