Professor Sybill Trelawney

Sybill Trelawney was having an absolutely awkward day. Though for her, this was completely normal. She'd encountered a few first year students who had the misfortune of meeting her in the hallways and enjoyed predicting their deaths. Needless to say, the first years were understandably freaked out, vowing to never take Divination. Professor Trelawney's next class was in two hours with the Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years. The group of Gryffindor's included Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. The Slytherin's included Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

Sybill enjoyed this class because predicting the death of Harry Potter was so fun ! The Gryffindor's and Slytherin's had her class after lunch. She headed towards the Great Hall, nearly bumping into Dolores Umbridge. Thankfully, Umbridge was too buried in her clipboard of notes to notice her. Risking a peek, Sybill noticed that Umbridge had just been to Professor Minerva McGonagall's class. While Sybill and McGonagall weren't on the best of terms, Sybill knew that McGonagall wasn't a woman to be messed with. She would even admit that the Transfiguration Mistress was a powerful witch. As long she didn't criticize Divination, all would be well.

Professor McGonagall was neat, tight and stern woman. She knew her stuff. But she thought that Divination was a wooly subject. Such a pity, she could be quite talented if she wanted to be. Sybill actually planned to sit next to McGonagall this meal and try to get a prediction out of her. Obviously, Trelawney didn't have any experience with dealing with McGonagall, because McGonagall had an extremely short temper for the Divination teacher. She could blow up any minute. But either Trelawney was really stupid or she didn't want to give it any mind.

Anyway, just as she was going to go into the Great Hall, she bumped into Harry Potter. Sybill opened her mouth to say something. But Potter just looked at her with a look of horror on his face and then made a mad dash towards the Gryffindor table, practically throwing himself between his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Miss. Granger looked at him in concern and said something to him. Potter just shook his head, Weasley was too buried with his Beef Stroganoff.

Sybill went to the Head table and placed herself between Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. Both looked extremely displeased to be stuck with her for the rest of the meal. She put some chicken wings on her golden plate and poured some pumpkin juice in her goblet. Eating, Sybill tried to start a conversation with McGonagall.

"Minnie McGonagall, I look into your future and I see something of difficulty. You suffer, die a horrible death with all your organs splattered onto this very table." Sybill said with food spilling out of her mouth.

Minerva spat out her pumpkin juice, while Snape chocked on his pasta. Professor Pomona Sprout, the Herbology teacher, cleared her throat.

"If you don't mind me saying Sybill, but some of us are trying to eat over here."

Trelawney nodded her head sadly and said, "But oh my poor Pommie, your next. Tomorrow, we will find you chocked to death by Devil's Snare in Green House number 3."

Sprout chocked on the nickname and glared at the Divination teacher. Flitwick decided to include himself into the conversation.

"Please Sybill, we really do want to eat before our classes. After all, it wouldn't do accidentally burning a feather while demonstrating the Levitation Charm for the first years. It wouldn't make a good first impression."

"But Filly, my heart burns for your future. You have dark days looming upon you. Gold and silver, you'll die at their mercy. Live while you can my dear Professor."

The Charms Master spat out his chamomile tea.

"Please refrain from all of your ridiculous comments Sybill. It really does not become you." snapped Aurora Sinistra, the Astronomy Professor.

And so went on Trelawney, predicting every single Professor's death in very creative ways. All of them were banging their heads on the table. At some point during the predicting rally, the students had stopped their conversations to watch. Snape had got quite the attention when he, in his rage, threw a Jelly-Legs Jinx at Trelawney and missed badly. Down in the Gryffindor table, Hermione Granger was wondering.

"Say, Harry, Ron, what do you think is wrong at the Head Table ?" the curious bookworm asked.

"Judging by the looks Trelawney is receiving, I bet it has something to do with her." replied Harry while eating his steak.

McGonagall and Trelawney had gotten into a fully fledged duel, Trelawney struggling to dodge and throw McGonagall off by predicting the most ridiculous things imaginable.

Finally McGonagall got her by turning her into a tap-dancing pineapple. The students cheered. Those who went to Divination, actually walked up to McGonagall and hugged her. But Parvati and Lavender were just booing. Snape took twenty points off Gryffindor for the Gryffindor gossiping duo's immature acts. The Great Hall was in a hullabaloo and Dumbledore had mysteriously disappeared halfway through the meal. The sneaky Headmaster.

Trelawney's petty predicting got herself in this ridiculous pineapple, tap-dancing. McGonagall, apparently had no intention of turning her back soon.