Rave pushed off from the wall she was leaning on and followed the rest of the students up the ladder that lead to Professor Trelawney's "classroom". Rave thought it was fun. Even if some of the kids around thought the teacher was full of baloney, Rave knew otherwise, she could tell there was something there, and she respected the dogged out teacher for it.
The students mumbled to each other as they shuffled to their tea tables. A tea cup lay upside down on a saucer before each student.
The Ravenclaws were with the Gryffindors today, so there weren't any snide remarks from the Slytherins. The Gryffindors did poke fun, but the Ravenclaws always sat and listened, soaking up as much as they could.
Rave sat her book down and looked at her cup. She hadn't been too successful at reading tea leaves, but she had been studying to see if she could get it right.
Trelawney paced the room, her coke bottle glasses gleaming from the hundreds of smelly candles that lit the already dim room. Even with all the candles, it was still dim. Rave held back a sneeze thinking it was the incense the teacher coveted so much.
The frizzy haired professor made her rounds about the room, pouring each student their tea, and then smiled patiently as the guzzled or drank the bitter potion.
Rave made a face and shook her head. Her short black hair fluffed a bit, and then her bangs settled back over her left eye. She shuddered and tried to control the spasms that the tea ignited with its bitter taste.
Turning the tea cup over, she let the leaves dry on the bottom and the rest of what little was left of the tea drain out onto the plate. Lifting the delicate cup back up she studied the leaves.
Trelawney chose that moment to help her out and peered over her shoulder as the young 4th year student tried to decipher her future.
"AH! My dear girl you have been blessed!"
The whole class room turned and looked at her with a gasp of shock. Everyone knew Trelawney loved to predict everyone's death, especially Harry Potter, who glared at her over his thin rimmed glasses. Rave blushed a furious color of red and looked back down at her cup.
"My dear child, you will gain a friend that will be more like family, and also loose yourself in the process!"
The teacher smiled, clasped her hands together and flitted to the next table. Rave looked at her incredulously, and wrinkled her nose.
"What the hell was that suppose to mean??!?" she thought as she looked at the tea leaves still harder due to the class still staring slack jawed at her
Ron leaned over to whisper to his friend, and Rave noted out of the corner of her eyes that they were laughing.
Another blush, this one of anger swept over her, and she set her cup down, grabbed her bag and walked out of the room. Trelawney didn't say anything. Rave didn't even think she saw her leave.
All the better. She wasn't a huge Harry Potter fan like everyone else. She didn't swoon when he looked at her, and worse, when he glared at her, she absolutely wanted to zap him one good time.
He infuriated her. A scar and some misadventures, and he was popular and a celebrity of the wizarding world. No one seemed to EVER recognize her. She could laugh and tell jokes all day long, but even without the presence of Harry Potter...she seemed to be invisible.