Day 2:
"And that," Trelawney declared, "is precisely why we are, under no circumstances, to infuse Essence of Wolfsbane and Chai tea! Why, even the most simple of... never mind, off to the mediwitch with you! Brown, go with him, if only to make sure that he doesn't make any other incompetent mistakes that cause explosions, destroying perfectly good Tasmanian seeing gems!"
"Y-Yes, Professor!"
Harry looked upon the scene glumly.
Seamus' accident had bought him only a little time, and there was only one name left to be called for the day.
"You're up next."
"Don't remind me."
The usual teatime death prediction had been delayed by a rather loud explosion with Seamus' kettle, one that had shrapnel flying everywhere.
Luckily, no students were injured.
The same couldn't be said for the rare shipment of Tasmanian crystals, blessed in seeing-pools of the African Oracles by a priestess of the Old Religion.
Merlin himself was said to have used them.
Understandably, this upset the professor greatly.
"Mr. Potter, would you be so kind as to hand me your cup?"
He forewent his usual stalling tactics, not wanting to incur her wrath.
Her hand flung to her heart, and her eyebrows rose up her forehead so high that they reached her colourful headscarf.
"Oh, first the crystals, and now, my best student! The grim, with the pyre and the stocks- His fate shall be sealed by a beastly encounter, until his judgement day has come to pass!"
Harry's eyes, bright green in the afternoon light, lit up with comprehension.
"Professor, I think I know what-!"
"How much clearer could it be? I must consult Dumbledore! Surely he will stop this attack, just like the others!"
She threw down a smoke bomb, exiting the room in a pink poof that filled up the room, leaving the students coughing and wheezing.
"Great Merlin's uncle, hasn't she heard of using the door?!"
"There's pink in my mouth. It tastes like sweat and glitter." Andrew PollyMolly complained with a cough.
"How would you know?" Asked an older Gryffindor, teasing.
"Weasleys! How else?"
The Gryffindor paused.
"...That does explain it."
Neville looked to Harry for explanation on the situation with Professor Trelawney while the other students complained about the increasingly standard pink dusting of the day.
"A beastly fate? What was that all about?"
"We took our F.A.Y.T.E. exams on magical creatures. As part of the final curriculum in the Fantastic Beasts unit, the garden gnomes we trained are grading our papers. They're to be sealed until they can be graded-"
"In other words, their Judgement Day. Well, isn't that anticlimactic." Neville said, sounding a bit saddened.
"Neville, you almost sound disappointed. Sometimes, I wonder if you like danger..."
"I hang around you, don't I?"
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Two updates within a week. You're probably wondering what alien has kidnapped and replaced me.
I assure you that I'm still Asphodel. My birthday's just coming up soon, though, so I decided to give you a present.
For those of you who were wondering, any time that Trelawney confronts Dumbledore about these matters, he simply states that he is doing everything in his power to protect the students, and thanks her for informing him.
I'm not Trelawney-bashing, but I think that she's very eccentric, and that's incredibly fun to play with. Sorry if she's OOC.
Feel free to tell me about any spelling/grammar errors, and I'll do my best to fix them. If you have any ideas for this, or any of my other stories, I'd love to hear them, so just leave a review of PM me, and I'll try to get back to you.
I could use some ideas for prophecies, because it's harder than you'd think to come up with them.
You guys are awesome,
-Asphodel Gray.
