Untitled #1
By Ed Cowell
Sibyl Trelawney entered the Headmaster's office. Fawkes was sitting
on his perch, sleeping, as she had seen in her Inner Eye. The
Headmaster was sitting at his desk; he was reading a novel; she
already knew that it was a book called THE DEATH ARTIST,by an
American muggle named Dennis Etchison. He was deeply engrossed,
but not so much so that he wasn't aware of her presence. He
looked up from the pages, and smiled at her.
"What brings you here, Sibyl? Please,sit down."
She did.
"Headmaster, I've come in the hopes of securing your permission
for an addition to the Divination curriculum."
"Really. What would that be, Sibyl?"
"Well, I've never had this talented a group of Divination students
as some of our sixth year students. I'm running out of things
to teach them. One thing they still haven't learned, which sure
that they're ready to begin learning is...well...anthropomancy."
Dumbledore thought about it for a moment.
"Sibyl, I hope you won't mind my curiosity...but, from where are
you going to procure the requisite intestines?"
"St. Mungo's has a morgue,Headmaster."
"Yes,but are they in the habit of loaning out human organs? Even
for your noble purposes?"
"There's a Muggle clinic not too far from here," Trelawney said.
"I shudder to think what would happen,should you be caught
rummaging through the medical waste in the Dumpster."
"I've already seen myself teaching the class, Headmaster."
He looked at her over the tops of his spectacles.
"If you can find proper human intestines somewhere without
resorting to drastic measures-"
"What do you mean,drastic measures?"
"Grave robbery, Sibyl. Harvesting the organs from people who need them.
If you can avoid that, feel free to teach the students all they
care to learn; I myself am not a proponent of divining the future
in that manner. But if you can teach them something new,by all
means,go ahead."
"Thank you,Headmaster," she said.
When she reached the door,he said,"Oh,Sibyl-"
"I know," she said. "I know...lie down plenty of newspaper.
Anthropomancy does tend to be both icky and informative..."
With that,she left.
By Ed Cowell
Sibyl Trelawney entered the Headmaster's office. Fawkes was sitting
on his perch, sleeping, as she had seen in her Inner Eye. The
Headmaster was sitting at his desk; he was reading a novel; she
already knew that it was a book called THE DEATH ARTIST,by an
American muggle named Dennis Etchison. He was deeply engrossed,
but not so much so that he wasn't aware of her presence. He
looked up from the pages, and smiled at her.
"What brings you here, Sibyl? Please,sit down."
She did.
"Headmaster, I've come in the hopes of securing your permission
for an addition to the Divination curriculum."
"Really. What would that be, Sibyl?"
"Well, I've never had this talented a group of Divination students
as some of our sixth year students. I'm running out of things
to teach them. One thing they still haven't learned, which sure
that they're ready to begin learning is...well...anthropomancy."
Dumbledore thought about it for a moment.
"Sibyl, I hope you won't mind my curiosity...but, from where are
you going to procure the requisite intestines?"
"St. Mungo's has a morgue,Headmaster."
"Yes,but are they in the habit of loaning out human organs? Even
for your noble purposes?"
"There's a Muggle clinic not too far from here," Trelawney said.
"I shudder to think what would happen,should you be caught
rummaging through the medical waste in the Dumpster."
"I've already seen myself teaching the class, Headmaster."
He looked at her over the tops of his spectacles.
"If you can find proper human intestines somewhere without
resorting to drastic measures-"
"What do you mean,drastic measures?"
"Grave robbery, Sibyl. Harvesting the organs from people who need them.
If you can avoid that, feel free to teach the students all they
care to learn; I myself am not a proponent of divining the future
in that manner. But if you can teach them something new,by all
means,go ahead."
"Thank you,Headmaster," she said.
When she reached the door,he said,"Oh,Sibyl-"
"I know," she said. "I know...lie down plenty of newspaper.
Anthropomancy does tend to be both icky and informative..."
With that,she left.