Disclaimer: I don't own any characters. They all belong to the wonderful imagination of JK Rowling.
"Professor?" Parvati and Lavender stood timidly underneath the trapdoor to the North Tower.
"Knock again," urged Parvati, her vision obscured by the daffodils in her arms.
"NO!" said Lavender. "Maybe she doesn't want to see anyone, it was simply awful what that Umbridge woman did to her."
Parvati shrugged, and passing over the flowers, pulled out her wand.
"Alohamora!" she cried, pointing at the door.
Nothing happened. Parvati frowned. "Relashio!"
The trapdoor swung down at high speed, and Parvati and Lavender both ducked out of the way as teacups and crystal balls cascaded from the hole.
Looking up carefully, they saw Professor Trelawney's fine cabinet had fallen part way through the space where the trapdoor had been.
"Told you she didn't want to see anyone," muttered Lavender. Parvati was looking rather pale. She shook her head.
"If that cabinet had been just a little smaller, we'd have been crushed, you realise that Parvati?"
Parvati glared at her friend. "But we're fine."
Lavender shrugged. "Professor? We know you're in there and we're coming up whether you like it or not."
This time, the girls were rewarded with the sound of someone crying.
"Poor Professor Trelawney," said Parvati in a hushed voice. "Let's get those flowers to her."
The End
AN: This was born because I was applying to join my first ever RP. The audition required a short example of third person text, which evolved into this drabble. Constructive criticism is always welcome and I'd love to know what you think.