Grims and Grins
After Divination, Harry sat in the seat at the back of the room. He was a little annoyed that everyone was looking at him like he was going to drop dead that second. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly heard what McGonagall was saying, or even see her transform into a tabby cat with square markings around her eyes.
"Really, what has got into you all today?" Said Professor McGonagall, turning back into herself with a faint pop. "Not that it matters, but that the first time my transformation's not got applause from a class."
Everyone's head turned towards Harry, but no one spoke.
"Please Professor," Hermione said, raising her hand. "We've just had our first Divination class, and we were reading tea leaves and…"
"Ah, of course," Said McGonagall, frowning. "There is no need to say anymore, Miss Granger. Tell me, which of you will be dyeing this year?"
Everyone stared at her until Harry stood up. "Me."
"I see." She said, looking Harry in the eye. "Then you should know Mr Potter, that Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of one student a year since she arrived at this school. None of them have died yet." The witch paused for a second, then continued on more calmly. "Divination is one of the most imprecise branches of magic. I won't hide that I have very little patience with it. True seer's are rare and Professor Trelawney…" She stopped and looked at Harry. "You look in excellent health to me Potter, so you will excuse me if I don't let you off homework today. I assure you, that if you do die, you need not hand it in."
At that, the class broke into nervous giggled, but Harry felt better after the bad joke from his Head of House. He looked up at her with a small smile and got one in return.