Remus sat down next to Arabella at the breakfast table. He had stayed with Arabella and Sirius until six am, and he was exhausted. Arabella, on the other hand, looked no worse for wear. Sirius in his dog form laid at the foot of her chair, taking a nap. She was calmly sipping her coffee as she answered the questions of several teachers, fresh as a daisy. Remus was too tired to put names to the faces of the teachers, so he instead concentrated on the porridge in front of him.

"You look quite worn considering that there was no full moon last night," an oily voice commented. Sirius' hackles went up as Remus looked up into the face of Severus Snape.

"I was catching up with an old friend," he coolly said as he poured himself some orange juice.

Snape glanced at Arabella, and sneered. "Yes. I suppose that would make you quite tired if you were doing that the entire night."

Arabella jumped to her feet as soon as the words had left Snape's mouth. "Say that again Snape," she pleasantly threatened. The teachers she has been talking to scurried away, frightened of the confrontation. "I want to make sure you weren't suggesting what I think you were suggesting."

Remus rose from his seat when he caught her hand going for her wand. Sirius was growling at Snape. The room fell silent as the students and teachers noticed the drama unfold in front of them. "Arabella," Remus whispered, looking at her. "Don't be a fool-this is Snape, remember?"

Arabella and Snape glared at each other-Arabella's sneer mirrored Snape's.

Snape suddenly turned and walked out of the Great Hall. Arabella slowly took her hand away from her wand, and finally sat down as Remus did.

"You know he just did that just to get a reaction," he said to her as she clutched her coffee mug moodily, a sour look on her face.

"I knew he was up to no good," she sneered. "Though I wish I knew what that git's got planned."

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"Didn't you see that!" Hermione said as she ignored her food. "Professor Figg looked as if she was going to kill Snape!"

"That would have saved us from Potions though," Ron dryly said as he reached for the butter.

Harry watched Remus as he talked to Professor Figg. Figg's harsh expression softy became softer as she continued eating. In no time, she was relaxed again, pleasantly talking with those around her. Harry shook his head-Professor Figg appeared to have the temperament of a Fillibuster Firework.

He sighed as he watched the owls fly into the Great Hall, delivering packages of all size and shape. Neville received a particular large package-he must have forgotten something big this time.

"So, what classes do we have today?" he asked as he finished off his toast.

Hermione whipped out her schedule. "Well-let's see. We have Herbology with Hufflepuff first. And then-oh we have Potions after that."

Harry and Ron groaned.

"And then, we have Defense Against Dark Arts-oh, that'll be interesting, with two teachers…and then I have Arithmancy."

"I suppose that means we have Divin…" Ron's voice trailed off. He frowned. "What's Professor Trelawney doing down here?"

Hermione and Harry looked up. There, In front of the teachers table, stood Professor Trelawney. She was dressed in a large purple shawl that reminded Harry of an ugly bruise he once had. She had some kind of sparkly handkerchief on, covering her head.

"I was in my office, when the sight of the new teacher came to me whilst in a trance," she grandly declared.

Professor Figg was frowning again. Holding her mug up, she appeared to be gritting her teeth. Professor McGonagall looked like she had a headache.

Professor Trelawney turned her head towards Figg. "I wouldn't have come down, but the visions I saw-the horrible visions-convinced me to meet you." Trelawney clucked with pity. "You poor, poor girl," she lamented.

Professor Figg was now sneering.

"Here-let me show you-I'll read your tea leaves," Trelawney offered, taking sight of the mug in Figg's hand.

"I'm drinking coffee," Figg curtly replied.

"Coffee grinds will do," Trelawney countered.

"But I'm drinking freeze-dry coffee. It doesn't leave any grinds," Figg contradicted.

"That's fine-I'll read your hand instead."

Arabella rose from her seat. "I'd love to have my fortune read," she said, sarcasm hinted in her tone. "But Professor Lupin and I have to prepare for our first class. In fact," she continued, glancing at Remus, "we were just getting ready to leave." Remus got the hint-he rose from his seat. "Maybe some other time. Come on Snuggles."

And with that, Arabella, Remus and Sirius deftly left the room.

Professor Trelawney followed suit-though she looked rather insulted.

Hermione humphed. "I think I like Professor Figg very much."