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"Hello Severus, I knew you were coming to breakfast this morning," Professor Sybill Trelawney greeted her sour-faced colleague as he took the seat next to her at the high table.

"Amazing," he replied dully, not in the mood for the Seer's antics today.

Just as he reached over for the fruit bowl, Sybill scooted her chair closer to his, gazing up at his face with terrified wonder. He froze at once at this unwanted attention and turned to face her, not bothering to hide the irritated expression on his face.

"I had the most horrible dream last night, Severus," Sybill whispered breathlessly. Her giant, magnified eyes remained unblinkingly focused on Snape, much to his annoyance.

"Did you really?" he answered disinterestedly, now going to pour himself a goblet of pumpkin juice in an attempt to ignore the nuisance next to him.

"Yes," she nodded seriously, looking more and more petrified the longer she spoke. "It was truly awful."

"What a shame."

"It was about you," she murmured softly, still gazing at the former Potions master's face.

"Fascinating," he replied sarcastically, sounding anything but fascinated by the Divination teacher's words.

"You died," she stated blankly, puzzled as to why he responded so calmly to these dreadful revelations. Perhaps telepathy would be more effective...

"Knew you'd predict it sooner or later."

"But it wasn't a natural death," she hissed more urgently, needing to warn him of the forthcoming tragedy her Inner Eye had foreseen the previous night. Her face was merely a couple inches from his now; the mind channeling didn't seem to be working properly...

"How utterly devastating."

"I know, Severus, I'm sorry if I'm frightening you, but you must know the truth."

"It shall haunt me in my sleep for weeks."

"And it wasn't even by the Killing Curse—"

"I was hoping it would be."

"Severus!" she cried hysterically, making all of the other teachers look down towards their end of the table. It took every ounce of patience for Snape not to slam the entire fruit bowl on top of the woman's head and knock some sense into her.

"You were murdered by a snake, Severus," she said, bringing her voice down to a persistent whisper now. Her eyes darted left and right, as though she was watching out for eavesdroppers.

"How tragic."

"Not just any snake, Severus, it was the Dark Lord's snake!"

"Nagini?" Snape snorted into his pumpkin juice, actually looking at Sybill this time. She nodded and waited expectantly for another reaction.

What a fraud, Snape thought as he looked into her eyes. All of her true memories were clouded and swirled within her own made-up illusions, making it impossible for him to tell each other apart. With a twinge of amusement, he tried picturing what Sybill claimed to have foreseen…

Ridiculous.

"That's very nice to hear, Sybill, now if you don't mind; I need to finish up here, seeing that I have a class to teach in twenty minutes."

Sybill stood up at once, looking infuriated by the way Snape had so easily ignored everything she had just warned him of. She knew she was a gifted Seer, and she was an expert at interpreting dreams.

She didn't move from her spot, however, so Snape shoved his chair back and he angrily departed. As Sybill watched the man stalk off towards the Defense corridors, she felt a pang of remorse. If only her colleague knew how much danger he was in…


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