[a/n]About fair scoring; ever watch Olympic Gymnastics or Figure Skating? A contestant's judges are all from countries other than him/her and the high and low scores are dropped from the final total. Obviously didn't happen in the TWT.
[a/n1] Thanx for the well wishes on the cataract surgery. They develop so fast it's amazing. I was already scheduled to have my left eye done when I literally watched my right cloud up in an hour. Was practically blind for a week. It's horrible. After the surgery and anesthesia wore off it was like a curtain was pulled away. Walked in, walked out same day. Easiest one of my life. Right eye next week. If you get one don't hesitate.
Harry Does Different CCCDXIX
Trelawney Turnabout
"The crystal ball is yet another channel into the future." The oddly dressed Divination professor told her students on the occasion of their tenth class together "You must open your minds as you open your eyes. Wider. Wider! WIDER!"
Pansy Parkinson gave a simpering look to the love of her life and spoke caustically "What a lode of rubbish!" She was rewarded with a thumbs-up sign."
"My dear, just because you lack the gift of sight, do not denigrate the abilities of others." Trelawney scolded her "Five points from Slytherin."
Harry, fed up with doing death predictions, gave his friend a ludicrous look and gasped "Professor! My ball! The glass looks all smoky inside!"
"Oh excellent boy! Excellent!" Trelawney came over in a rush "Hold onto that. Focus on the feeling and bring it inside yourself."
Harry began to twitch and rolled his eyes into his skull. In a raspy voice he says "I see Ron. It's many years from now. He's got a beard. Muscles too. He's dressed in Quidditch Gear! There's a Union Jack on his helmet. And there's me. I'm handing him the World Cup! I must be Supreme Mugwump! Bloody hell Ron! Is that Hermione snogging you?"
"Hey! Watch that mate!" Ron's ears flamed red as the class laughed.
Trelawney wasn't exactly pleased "Well, the future reveals itself in unusual ways. I would not put total faith in every prediction. Class concentrate on your crystals!"
"Wha- wha did I say?" asked Harry a couple minutes later.
The bell rang and Trelawney announced to the packing students "Class dismissed. Remember to look for your center. Very important in prognostication. Mr. Potter, a word with you please."
"Of course, Professor." Replied Harry and as his friend paused "Don't worry about it, Ron. She's not Snape."
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Hermione Granger was more than a little miffed at her other best male friend. She paced the Common Room, building up a head of steam. Not even a senior prefect like Percy Weasley wanted to get in her path. Ron had wisely chosen to duck away into his dormitory to allegedly study. The moment her target entered, she pounced "Harry James Potter! Phony prophecies about me kissing! Well! Anyone! What? Pray tell were you thinking?!"
"Well I - - -" he began.
Only to be interrupted by a different voice, as agitated but more commanding, coming from the Head's office "Mr. Potter! I believe you have a note for me?"
"Sorry Mione, duty calls." Said Harry with a not too regretful shrug. He closed the door and presented the note he was carrying and reported "From Professor Trelawney, but ma'am how could you know that?"
She disregarded the question and read the note with displeasure, then "Did you truly disrupt Divination Class with an improbable prophecy, Potter?"
"Every other day, Professor" complained Harry "you know I get … that is, the better and more gruesome the death, the higher grade we get. I just thought I'd have a little fun for once...ma'am."
Minerva considered her student, then decided "If nothing else, your …ahh… reading was imaginative. Supreme Mugwump, ehh? Well, even Albus Dumbledore can't serve forever. And I suppose the Wizarding World could do worse. Very well, Potter, let's see how you do in Professor Vector's class. Inform Miss Granger she can bring you up to speed on the classwork you need."
"I …ummm… got the impression she's a bit angry with me, Professor." Harry was hesitant at even returning to the Common Room.
McGonagall picked up an essay and began reading "Good night, Mr. Potter."