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AN; I'm sorry it's been so very long, lovely readers! I just got out on summer holiday, and I'm taking two AP classes next year plus doing an economics course over the summer, plus work and soccer practices! So I'm still pretty busy! How are you guys? I went to an awesome Wrock show last night, and saw "I Speak Tree", "Snidget", "Tonks and the Aurors", "Lauren Fairweather", and "The Whomping Willow". It was fantastic, and I bought like 3 cds (: Anyway, here's a drabbly oneshot I had sitting around half written for the longest time. Okay, enjoy;


The tower was filled with an abundance of incense haze and students chatted softly to each other as they sipped from tea cups and waited for Professor Trelawney to make her dramatic entrance, just like every other day. Like clockwork, a few minutes later the bead curtains at her office door rattled and she appeared. She was dressed in layers of long, flowing robes in earth tones and had liberally accessorized with strand upon strand of chunky polished mineral and semiprecious gemstone jewelry. Her fingers were adorned with large silver rings of various symbols and her wand was sticking out of her over-embellished and belled sleeve. Over all, her appearance was one of a muggle gypsy or fortune teller, or maybe even a hippie.

Gliding across the dusty floors, she only stumbled once before taking a seat in the horribly fuchsia armchair at the head of the class.

"My lovelies, how are you this day, the outcome of which is clouded to those who do not possess the Sight? I know already, of course, but it is wise not to forget the niceties of normal society, my dears." Standing abruptly, she began teetering precariously around the room, stopping every few students to either say something encouraging or to cluck her tongue in regret.

And then she arrived at Harry."Oh, I'm so sorry, my dear, such a shame." She said in a dreamy voice.

"What's a shame?" Hermione, who seemed to appear from no where, asked sharply. "What terrible tragedy will befall him today, Professor?" The emphasis she put on "professor" would've been rude and mocking if it'd come from anyone else.

Trelawney whirled, skirts flaring and jewelry clicking together, and intoned breathily, " The future, dear. What has been seen."

"Which is what, exactly?" Hermione asked, eyebrow quirked.

"Let me consult the oracles!" She exclaimed, spinning and pulling out a muggle toy "Magic 8" ball. She hunches over it and shakes it furiously.

"Will poor Mr. Potter face death in this month?" She calls out theatrically. "And it says….Ask again later? What? Hold on?" *shakeshakeshake* "No? But? 8 ball, why must you betray me?"

Hermione snorts triumphantly and mutters about what rubbish Divination is.

"Well, looks like you dodged a jinx there, Mate."

"Thank you , Ronald, for that astute observation. I told you this was rubbish."

"We can't all be in Arithmancy like you, 'Mione!"


Whatcha think?

I've alway seen Hermione as quick to defend her friends, to the point of being waspish to anyone she thinks is being rude.

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