A/N: Ended up getting soaked in the rain on my way home to day, oh joy. So got home edited this chappy and decided to post it =) Overall, not bad for a rainy Friday. Enjoy!


It was now Tuesday morning and Luna was waiting impatiently for her friend in the Ravenclaw common room to come downstairs eager to hear if Krista had in fact returned to her room last night.

As soon as she caught sight of Becca coming down the spiral staircase Luna instantly jumped out of her seat to approach her.

"So?" she asked desperately bouncing from side to side in her nervousness.

Becca shook her head sadly, "No," she said softly, "she never came to bed."

"Then where is she?" Luna wondered out loud finding her voice rising from her frustration on not knowing where her dear friend was. "Becca, we have to…"

It was at this moment that someone chose to interrupt their conversation. Both Becca and Luna turned to see Roger Davies, captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.

"Are you two talking about Krista?" he asked.

"Yes," Becca answered after a pause, "Why? Have you seen her?"

"No," Roger replied, "I haven't but she never showed up for Quidditch practice after classes yesterday."

"She didn't show up," Becca repeated. So Krista had missed both her classes and Quidditch practice. Now this didn't sound like her at all.

"No, she didn't and when I asked everyone else on the team where she was they didn't know. Each and every one of them said that they hadn't seen Krista at all yesterday."

By their silence Roger didn't take this as a good sign. "Has something happened to her?"

His question was ignored by both girls. After the information had processed in her mind Luna addressed her fellow house mates in the room, "Has anyone here seen Krista?"

Her question was answered with a lot of shaken heads and no's. Almost everyone in the room hadn't seen Krista since Sunday in the Great Hall.

"Now?" Luna asked panicked.

"Now," Becca responded as the two of them took off for the portrait hole.

Later…

Becca and Luna wasted no time in finding Professor Flitwick. After explaining the situation he had dashed off immediately to the Deputy Headmistress, Professor McGonagall. Telling Professor McGonagall their story she told them that she would immediately alert the Headmaster and the rest of the teachers of Krista's disappearance. For now, she asked the two to return to their classes and that they would be informed should they find anything.

Now, Becca sat in Divination class alone once again. Staring aimlessly into the crystal ball centered on the small round table before her Becca was slowly drowning in worry and self-anger towards herself for not going to Professor Flitwick sooner. Gazing into the misty orb Becca felt a hand of comfort rest on her shoulder.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Professor Trelawney asked with concern as she looked onto the sad girl. The pity in her eyes was enlarged greatly by the large round spectacles that the professor wore.

"I'm not exactly having the best day, Professor."

"Oh, how very well aware I am of that, Ms. Odeir," she nodded evidence of sadness in her eyes, "I see that your aura is in quite a murky state indeed."

Becca sighed out her frustration, "My best friend is missing, Professor."

"I know, dear, I know. I am so sorry to hear." Seeing her student in such a state Professor Trelawney couldn't help but make a small suggestion that might give hope to this situation. "But perhaps we might be able to do something. Do you have an item of hers by chance?"

Becca had no idea where Professor Trelawney was going with this, "I have this bracelet she made me," lifting up her left hand showing off a simply braided black and blue threaded band secured on her wrist.

"Ah, yes that should do just fine. If I may?" she asked with a small smile.

Taking off the trinket Becca placed the item into the Professor's open hand.

Closing her eyes Professor Trelawney enclosed her other hand on top and began to focus her energy. "Hmmm… I sense that she put a lot of care into this piece. Now let me see, let me see. When Ms. Autwin made this she unknowingly placed a bit of herself into it and if I can channel her cosmic energy just right I can… Ah! Yes."

"What do you see, Professor?" Becca couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, I sense that your friend is searching for you," she began her eyes still scrunched up in what appeared to be intense concentration. "Where she is it's dark and everything is abnormally large."

"Is she in the Forbidden forest?" The forest was after all one of the darkest places at Hogwarts that she could think of and the trees that grew there seemed almost as tall as mountains. Becca dreaded the thought of Krista in being in such a place.

"No, no, that she is not. I feel stone and a bit of a draft… nothing that would suggest the forest. I…" she broke off.

Becca was now on the edge of her seat, "What is it, Professor?"

Professor Trelawney's nose twitched, "I smell catnip."

Becca nearly fell off her stool, "Come again?"

"Yes, catnip," she confirmed as Professor Trelawney opened her large eyes, "Hmmm… that is rather odd."

Becca couldn't believe the words that she was hearing and Professor Trelawney said some pretty weird things, "She's in a place with catnip?"

"I'm sorry, my dear, but that is all that the beyond is allowing me to know," she said as she handed the bracelet back to her.

"Thank you for trying, Professor," Becca sighed hopelessly.

Professor Trelawney patted her gently on the shoulder. "I apologize that I can't do anymore, Ms. Odeir. I am sure that Ms. Autwin will come back to us soon."

Becca simply nodded her head in reply as Professor Trelawney left her to herself and went to the front of the room to address the class to begin the lesson. The last thing that Becca needed was for someone to get her hopes up only to bring them crashing down in an instant. She already felt bad enough as it was. Reluctantly Becca tuned in to her Divination teacher.

"In today's lesson you all will be reading one's aura. Now an aura is a distinctive energy that is generated by a person that surrounds them and is or can be made up with one or more colours. The colours that we will try and focus on today will depict each and every crevice of ourselves. Every colour has a meaning that we will be able to interpret that will allow us to decipher something about that person. Now this is exercise requires two people so please turn to the person opposite of you and see if you can get a sense of the cosmic energy pulsating from them. Also, I would like you and your partner to write a three page essay on the topic on the origins, the meanings of colour, and their interpretations."

Professor Trelawney swept her eyes around the room before focusing them on Becca. "Ms. Odeir, let us see if we can find a partner for you. Let's see, let's see… Ah! Mr. Malfoy I see you, too, are on your own today. Please," she waved him down from his table in the far corner, "come sit with Ms. Odeir for today's lesson if you will."

Becca immediately despised the thought of working with Malfoy, "Professor, please isn't there someone else I can pair up with?" she pleaded in hushed tones.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Odeir, but you are the only two without partners. Think about it as an opportunity to get to know one another."

'Sure and I'm certain we will be the best of buds,' Becca thought with sarcasm as she saw Malfoy approach her.

'Ridiculous,' Malfoy mumbled as he sat heavily in the seat opposite of her.

"Just try to get along," Professor Trelawney said as she looked between the two before leaving them.

"Just great," Becca growled not caring if Malfoy heard.

"I'm not exactly thrilled about this match either," he spat as he crossed his arms, "So where is Autwin, anyway?"

Becca threw him a dark look, "That is none of your business," she clipped. Why did the teacher have to pair her up with Malfoy of all people? She was in no mood to speak with this ferret who caused the scene in the Great Hall, which lead to her friends disappearance.

"Feeling a bit touchy today, are we, Odeir?" he smirked.

His tone instantly got on the last of her nerves, "Ugh! I don't see why we have to do this. I already know the colour of your aura, Malfoy, and it's a filthy black."

Hearing the mention of aura colours Professor Trelawney rushed over to their table. "Ah, the first of us to see the other's energy," she exclaimed in excitement, but the two students ignored her.

"Hmmm," Malfoy hummed, "I seem to be sensing a strong hostility radiating off you, Odeir. I suppose your aura is blood red from that short temper of your's."

"Yes," Professor Trelawney observed, "I see that too, though I think it's more of a rustic red, Mr. Malfoy."

"Professor!" Becca snapped.

"Sorry," Professor Trelawney quietly apologized before shrinking back. All eyes of the class were upon them now.

Becca pushed her stool back and quickly stood up. She couldn't handle all the emotions she was feeling. She needed to get out of here. "I don't need to sit here and take your insults, Malfoy! My best friend is missing! She has been missing for two days!" she screamed feeling her eyes tear up. "Not one person has seen her and it's all your fault!" With that said and done Becca snatched up her book bag and stormed out of the classroom forcing the tears back. Becca Odeir didn't cry-at least not openly in public. She wouldn't show such emotions in front of Malfoy of all people and give him the satisfaction to extract such a reaction from her.

Hearing the door close with a harsh bang Professor Trelawney looked hesitantly around the room. "Was it something I said?"


A/N: I absolutely loved Professor Trelawney from the movies she was just so out of this world weird it just made her character all the more awesome. So I hope I captured her full personality in this chapter and I guess you readers will just have to be the judge of that =)