Note: This chapter ties this fic in with another story I've started working
on, called "Fairest Of Them All", which is a crossover between T10K, Harry
Potter, Mutant X, X-Men: Evolution, and Snow White: Fairest of Them All.
Chapter 5: Flying Lessons
A couple of days later, Crescent was in her Transfiguration class, taking down notes, when a girl a couple of years older than her walked into the classroom. She had the Gryffindor House colors on her robes. She walked over to Professor McGonagall's desk, and leaned over, whispering something into her ear. Crescent was barely able to hear what was being said, even with her wolfie hearing, but she distinctly heard her name being mentioned. A moment later, Professor McGonagall lifted her head and looked over at her.
"Ms. Greyson, Madam Hooch wants to see you," she said. Crescent blinked.
"Why?" she asked, confused. --Who's Madam Hooch?--
"To give you your first flying lesson." Professor McGonagall smiled faintly. "You'd better take your books with you; you'll be gone for a couple of hours."
Crescent shoved her books into her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. Then she followed the girl outside.
"Why do I need flying lessons?" Crescent asked the girl.
"Because that's one of the modes of transportation in the wizarding world," she replied. "I'm Alicia Spinnet."
"Crescent Greyson." They shook hands.
A moment later, they reached what resembled a large football field. There were three hoops at each end of the field, each about fifty feet above the ground. Crescent gaped up at them. --If this is a football field, then the people here must be able to kick the living crap out of the balls-- she thought.
A woman wearing robes that were nearly identical to the students' robes walked up to them. She had short, spiky blond hair and yellow hawklike eyes.
"You must be Crescent Greyson," she said. "I'm Madam Hooch. Thank you for bringing her, Alicia. You can return to class now." Alicia nodded and walked back inside. Then Madam Hooch turned back to Crescent. "Ms. Greyson, welcome to your first flying lesson. Now, the first thing I want you to do is step up on the left side of the broomstick there on the ground, hold your right hand out over it, and say 'Up'."
Hesitantly, Crescent stepped up beside the broomstick, and held her hand out over it. "Up!" she cried. Instantly, the broomstick flew up into her hand, and Crescent grinned. Madam Hooch smiled.
"Good," she said in satisfaction. "You weren't afraid of the broomstick. Now, I want you to mount it, lift into the air a few feet, hover, and then come back down."
Crescent swung her leg over the broomstick, and kicked off from the ground. An instant later, she was airborne, and was about three or four feet above the ground. Crescent looked down, and grinned. Unable to resist, she took off, zooming higher and higher. She did a loop-the-loop, and came soaring back down to the ground, just barely touching the grass on the field. Then she swooped back upwards.
A moment later, Crescent flew back down to the ground, and landed softly. She looked over at Madam Hooch, and grinned.
"Did I do okay for my first flying lesson?" she asked casually.
Madam Hooch stared at her for a moment, not saying anything. Finally, she spoke. "You did exceptionally well," she replied. "Have you ever been on a broomstick before?"
Crescent shook her head. "Nope," she said. "There's a first time for everything."
Madam Hooch cocked her head to one side, gazing at Crescent thoughtfully. Then she walked inside.
Crescent stared after her, slightly hurt. --I wonder if she knows what I am?-- she thought worriedly. --That might be affecting her judgment about me. After all, I'm not sure if wolfies are supposed to be able to fly.--
A moment later, Madam Hooch returned, but she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by Alicia Spinnet.
"Ms. Greyson, I would like you to give a demonstration of your flying skills to Ms. Spinnet, so that she can make a decision," Madam Hooch said. Crescent blinked, and mounted the broom again. She zoomed upwards, and was soon fifty feet above the ground. She went into a series of loop-the- loops, and then flew upside down for a moment. Then she brought herself upright again.
A few moments later, Crescent brought the broomstick back down to the ground, and landed gently.
"Well?" she asked Alicia. "Was that enough of a demonstration, or should I give another one?"
"That was definitely enough of a demonstration," Alicia replied, grinning hugely. "Madam Hooch, you were right. She's perfect Chaser material. She looks as though she's got as much natural talent as Angelina did."
"What's a Chaser?" asked Crescent, confused. "And who's Angelina?"
"Angelina Johnson was one of the Gryffindor Chasers for the past six years," Alicia answered. "But she graduated last year, and so we needed to find a replacement. As for what a Chaser is, it's one of the positions in the wizarding game Quidditch. There are four Quidditch teams here at Hogwarts, one for every House. On each team, there are three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and one Seeker."
Crescent blinked as she realized something. "And you think that I'm perfect Chaser material," she said slowly. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
Alicia grinned and held out her hand. "Welcome to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Crescent."
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Crescent and Alicia arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, and Crescent saw that class hadn't ended. She opened the door, and she and Alicia went inside.
Professor McGonagall lifted her head, and blinked when she saw the two students walking into the classroom towards her.
"Ms. Greyson, I hadn't expected you to be back so soon," she said, looking startled. Before she could say anything else, Alicia spoke.
"Professor McGonagall, she's got a natural talent for flying," she said in a low voice, grinning. "We've found Gryffindor's new Chaser."
At those words, Professor McGonagall's face lit up with a delighted smile. "Wonderful!" she said happily, causing some of the closer students to lift their heads curiously. "Now, Ms. Greyson, why don't you sit down? I believe the bell will be ringing in just a few minutes."
Crescent sat down, and a few seconds later, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned around, and saw that Ron had a curious look on his face.
"How come your flying lesson was so short?" he whispered.
"Because I have a natural talent for flying, apparently," Crescent whispered back. She grinned happily. "And because of that, I'm the new Gryffindor Chaser."
Ron grinned back. "Well, you should have plenty of fun. Fred and George are on the team, and so's Harry."
Crescent grinned back. "Cool." Then she gave him a worried look. "There's just one problem."
"What's that?"
"I don't know how to play Quidditch."
* * *
Crescent's next class was Divination. She followed Harry, Ron, and several other Gryffindors up to the seventh floor of the castle, where the class was taught. As soon as they had gone up the staircase, the first thing Crescent noticed was the strong smell of tea, fire, and incense. She wrinkled her nose.
"Welcome, my dears," came a soft voice from the shadowy corner of the room. Crescent looked to see who was there, and saw a tiny woman draped in colorful robes, with huge, rhinestone-studded glasses. --Good grief, she looks like a fortune teller from a carnival.-- "I have foreseen the appearance of a new addition to our class, and I would like for that person to step forward, so that I may study their aura."
Crescent started to step forward, but the overpowering odors in the room had finally become too much for her to handle, and she went into a sneezing fit.
Finally, she calmed down, and looked up at the teacher. "Sorry about that," she apologized.
"Indeed," the teacher replied, her tone frosty. "You are Crescent Greyson."
"Yes, I am." Crescent fought the urge to roll her eyes. --Gee, I wonder how she managed to figure that one out?-- she thought sarcastically. To her utter disgust, she noticed that two other Gryffindor fifth-years, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, were staring at the teacher with looks of awe and amazement on their faces.
"I wonder how Professor Trelawney knew who Crescent was?" Parvati whispered to Lavender.
"Maybe she had a vision!" Lavender replied excitedly.
--Or maybe Professor Trelawney looked at her role call list and saw my name on there as the only transfer student into Gryffindor-- Crescent thought disgustedly. --I really hope that Harry and Ron don't hero-worship her. I don't think I could stand this class if they do.--
She glanced at Harry and Ron out of the corner of her eye, and saw that they were both rolling their eyes behind the teacher's back. Crescent fought back a grin, and looked back at Professor Trelawney. She became slightly apprehensive when she saw that the teacher was staring at her intently.
"Ms. Greyson, I am amazed at the powerful aura surrounding you," Professor Trelawney said, her voice becoming soft again. Crescent felt Parvati and Lavender glaring at her, but she didn't pay any attention to them. "An aura that powerful can only come of being surrounded by old magic."
Crescent's head snapped up, and she stared at Professor Trelawney in shock. --Maybe she's not as crazy as I thought she was-- she thought, stunned.
Fortunately, she didn't have to say anything, because Professor Trelawney led the students over to the tables, where there were several silver bowls.
"The fates have informed me that this would be a good time to begin learning the ways of scrying," she said in a mysterious voice. "Scrying is one of the most difficult parts of Divination, because it takes a great deal of natural talent, and many years of diligent training. But perhaps the spirit world will see fit to send a vision of the future to one of you."
Rolling her eyes, Crescent sat down at the same table as Ron and Harry. "Isn't this stupid?" whispered Ron, grimacing.
Crescent nodded. "Sort of," she replied, grimacing back, and then looked down into the water.
A moment later, she wished she hadn't, as several images appeared in the water.
**flash**
"Don't bother running, Emma," a man with long, greyish-brown hair and blue eyes called, a crossbow in his hands. "You cannot escape. With your death, my queen shall once again be fairest of them all!"
A young woman with short, light-brown hair and blue-grey eyes ran away from him, her eyes filled with terror.
"Adam, help!" she screamed.
**flash**
Crescent screamed and jerked backwards, falling out of her chair. She lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, when she suddenly became aware that the classroom had become very, very quiet. Crescent got to her feet, and saw that everyone was staring at her.
Professor Trelawney hurried over to her. "My dear, you must have had a powerful vision!" she said excitedly.
"Yeah, I did." Without another word, Crescent ran over to the trapdoor and yanked it open. Instead of climbing down, she jumped through the opening and hit the ground running.
Crescent practically flew down the hallway, heading for Professor Dumbledore's office. She reached it a moment later, and began trying to think of what the password might be.
"Lollipop!" Nothing happened. "Uh, Pixie Stix!" Still nothing. "Butterscotch? Hershey's Kisses, gumdrops---" Suddenly, Crescent realized that Professor Dumbledore probably wouldn't have a muggle candy name for his password. Frantically, she began rattling off every wizarding candy name that she could think of. "Uh, Ton-Tongue Toffee, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Peppermint Toads, Sugar Quills---" The gargoyle statue jumped up, revealing a staircase. "Sugar Quills it is, then." Without hesitating, Crescent ran up the stairs, and quickly arrived at the top, opening the door without knocking. "Professor Dumbledore!" she gasped, startling the headmaster. "I need to contact my parents. It's an emergency!"
Dumbledore nodded, and indicated towards another doorway. "There's a mirror in there that will allow you to contact your parents," he replied. Crescent gave him a grateful look, and dashed into the other room.
When she got in there, she saw that there was a small mirror on a stand in there. Crescent immediately recognized it as a communicating mirror. She walked over to it, and gently traced her fingertips over the surface.
The surface rippled, forming a face, and a moment later, it said softly, "Who do you wish to speak with?"
"I wish to speak with my parents, Wolf and Virginia Greyson." The face disappeared, and a moment later, Crescent saw her parents appear.
"Crescent, what's wrong?" Virginia asked worriedly.
"I was just in Divination, and we were starting scrying, and when I looked in the water, I saw a vision," Crescent replied. "There was a man with long greyish-brown hair and blue eyes, and he had a crossbow, and he was chasing a lady with short, light-brown hair and blue-grey eyes. He told her that it was pointless for her to run, because she wouldn't be able to escape, and that with her death, his queen would once again be the fairest of them all."
Beside Virginia, Wolf turned pale. "Oh, cripes! She's brought herself back to life, as well as the Huntsman! History's going to repeat itself!"
"Dad, what are you talking about? Who's brought themselves back to life?"
"Snow White's stepmother."
As soon as she heard that, Crescent's reaction echoed through the hallways of Hogwarts.
"WHAT?!"
* * *
Everyone in Divination was whispering to each other about what had happened to Crescent.
"She's so lucky to have had a vision!"
"Yeah. Professor Trelawney said that scrying is the most difficult part of Divination."
"Well, I don't think she would agree with you about it being lucky. She looked scared."
"She didn't look scared. She looked terrified."
"I wonder what kind of vision Crescent saw," Ron muttered to Harry.
"I dunno, but it must have been really awful," Harry muttered back. Suddenly, the trapdoor opened again, and Crescent climbed up through the opening. She looked pale.
Professor Trelawney immediately hurried over to her. "My dear, you must be truly gifted to have received a vision from the spirit world so early in your lessons!" she said, looking excited. Behind her, Parvati and Lavender scowled. "Please, tell me about the vision you received, so that I might help you decipher its meaning."
"I can't," Crescent replied, looking upset. "I don't want to talk about it right now."
Without waiting for Professor Trelawney to reply, Crescent went over to the table where she, Harry, and Ron were sitting. She sat down, and ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook, placing it on top of the scrying bowl. As soon as she was done, she buried her head in her arms, and stayed that way until class ended.
to be continued...
* * *
A/N: Hey, I finally finished chapter 5! Yay me! Anyhoo, please R&R, but no flames. Remember: I have a roll of duct tape, a shovel, and a big backyard. You do the math.
Chapter 5: Flying Lessons
A couple of days later, Crescent was in her Transfiguration class, taking down notes, when a girl a couple of years older than her walked into the classroom. She had the Gryffindor House colors on her robes. She walked over to Professor McGonagall's desk, and leaned over, whispering something into her ear. Crescent was barely able to hear what was being said, even with her wolfie hearing, but she distinctly heard her name being mentioned. A moment later, Professor McGonagall lifted her head and looked over at her.
"Ms. Greyson, Madam Hooch wants to see you," she said. Crescent blinked.
"Why?" she asked, confused. --Who's Madam Hooch?--
"To give you your first flying lesson." Professor McGonagall smiled faintly. "You'd better take your books with you; you'll be gone for a couple of hours."
Crescent shoved her books into her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. Then she followed the girl outside.
"Why do I need flying lessons?" Crescent asked the girl.
"Because that's one of the modes of transportation in the wizarding world," she replied. "I'm Alicia Spinnet."
"Crescent Greyson." They shook hands.
A moment later, they reached what resembled a large football field. There were three hoops at each end of the field, each about fifty feet above the ground. Crescent gaped up at them. --If this is a football field, then the people here must be able to kick the living crap out of the balls-- she thought.
A woman wearing robes that were nearly identical to the students' robes walked up to them. She had short, spiky blond hair and yellow hawklike eyes.
"You must be Crescent Greyson," she said. "I'm Madam Hooch. Thank you for bringing her, Alicia. You can return to class now." Alicia nodded and walked back inside. Then Madam Hooch turned back to Crescent. "Ms. Greyson, welcome to your first flying lesson. Now, the first thing I want you to do is step up on the left side of the broomstick there on the ground, hold your right hand out over it, and say 'Up'."
Hesitantly, Crescent stepped up beside the broomstick, and held her hand out over it. "Up!" she cried. Instantly, the broomstick flew up into her hand, and Crescent grinned. Madam Hooch smiled.
"Good," she said in satisfaction. "You weren't afraid of the broomstick. Now, I want you to mount it, lift into the air a few feet, hover, and then come back down."
Crescent swung her leg over the broomstick, and kicked off from the ground. An instant later, she was airborne, and was about three or four feet above the ground. Crescent looked down, and grinned. Unable to resist, she took off, zooming higher and higher. She did a loop-the-loop, and came soaring back down to the ground, just barely touching the grass on the field. Then she swooped back upwards.
A moment later, Crescent flew back down to the ground, and landed softly. She looked over at Madam Hooch, and grinned.
"Did I do okay for my first flying lesson?" she asked casually.
Madam Hooch stared at her for a moment, not saying anything. Finally, she spoke. "You did exceptionally well," she replied. "Have you ever been on a broomstick before?"
Crescent shook her head. "Nope," she said. "There's a first time for everything."
Madam Hooch cocked her head to one side, gazing at Crescent thoughtfully. Then she walked inside.
Crescent stared after her, slightly hurt. --I wonder if she knows what I am?-- she thought worriedly. --That might be affecting her judgment about me. After all, I'm not sure if wolfies are supposed to be able to fly.--
A moment later, Madam Hooch returned, but she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by Alicia Spinnet.
"Ms. Greyson, I would like you to give a demonstration of your flying skills to Ms. Spinnet, so that she can make a decision," Madam Hooch said. Crescent blinked, and mounted the broom again. She zoomed upwards, and was soon fifty feet above the ground. She went into a series of loop-the- loops, and then flew upside down for a moment. Then she brought herself upright again.
A few moments later, Crescent brought the broomstick back down to the ground, and landed gently.
"Well?" she asked Alicia. "Was that enough of a demonstration, or should I give another one?"
"That was definitely enough of a demonstration," Alicia replied, grinning hugely. "Madam Hooch, you were right. She's perfect Chaser material. She looks as though she's got as much natural talent as Angelina did."
"What's a Chaser?" asked Crescent, confused. "And who's Angelina?"
"Angelina Johnson was one of the Gryffindor Chasers for the past six years," Alicia answered. "But she graduated last year, and so we needed to find a replacement. As for what a Chaser is, it's one of the positions in the wizarding game Quidditch. There are four Quidditch teams here at Hogwarts, one for every House. On each team, there are three Chasers, two Beaters, one Keeper, and one Seeker."
Crescent blinked as she realized something. "And you think that I'm perfect Chaser material," she said slowly. "Does that mean what I think it means?"
Alicia grinned and held out her hand. "Welcome to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Crescent."
* * *
Fifteen minutes later, Crescent and Alicia arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, and Crescent saw that class hadn't ended. She opened the door, and she and Alicia went inside.
Professor McGonagall lifted her head, and blinked when she saw the two students walking into the classroom towards her.
"Ms. Greyson, I hadn't expected you to be back so soon," she said, looking startled. Before she could say anything else, Alicia spoke.
"Professor McGonagall, she's got a natural talent for flying," she said in a low voice, grinning. "We've found Gryffindor's new Chaser."
At those words, Professor McGonagall's face lit up with a delighted smile. "Wonderful!" she said happily, causing some of the closer students to lift their heads curiously. "Now, Ms. Greyson, why don't you sit down? I believe the bell will be ringing in just a few minutes."
Crescent sat down, and a few seconds later, she felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned around, and saw that Ron had a curious look on his face.
"How come your flying lesson was so short?" he whispered.
"Because I have a natural talent for flying, apparently," Crescent whispered back. She grinned happily. "And because of that, I'm the new Gryffindor Chaser."
Ron grinned back. "Well, you should have plenty of fun. Fred and George are on the team, and so's Harry."
Crescent grinned back. "Cool." Then she gave him a worried look. "There's just one problem."
"What's that?"
"I don't know how to play Quidditch."
* * *
Crescent's next class was Divination. She followed Harry, Ron, and several other Gryffindors up to the seventh floor of the castle, where the class was taught. As soon as they had gone up the staircase, the first thing Crescent noticed was the strong smell of tea, fire, and incense. She wrinkled her nose.
"Welcome, my dears," came a soft voice from the shadowy corner of the room. Crescent looked to see who was there, and saw a tiny woman draped in colorful robes, with huge, rhinestone-studded glasses. --Good grief, she looks like a fortune teller from a carnival.-- "I have foreseen the appearance of a new addition to our class, and I would like for that person to step forward, so that I may study their aura."
Crescent started to step forward, but the overpowering odors in the room had finally become too much for her to handle, and she went into a sneezing fit.
Finally, she calmed down, and looked up at the teacher. "Sorry about that," she apologized.
"Indeed," the teacher replied, her tone frosty. "You are Crescent Greyson."
"Yes, I am." Crescent fought the urge to roll her eyes. --Gee, I wonder how she managed to figure that one out?-- she thought sarcastically. To her utter disgust, she noticed that two other Gryffindor fifth-years, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, were staring at the teacher with looks of awe and amazement on their faces.
"I wonder how Professor Trelawney knew who Crescent was?" Parvati whispered to Lavender.
"Maybe she had a vision!" Lavender replied excitedly.
--Or maybe Professor Trelawney looked at her role call list and saw my name on there as the only transfer student into Gryffindor-- Crescent thought disgustedly. --I really hope that Harry and Ron don't hero-worship her. I don't think I could stand this class if they do.--
She glanced at Harry and Ron out of the corner of her eye, and saw that they were both rolling their eyes behind the teacher's back. Crescent fought back a grin, and looked back at Professor Trelawney. She became slightly apprehensive when she saw that the teacher was staring at her intently.
"Ms. Greyson, I am amazed at the powerful aura surrounding you," Professor Trelawney said, her voice becoming soft again. Crescent felt Parvati and Lavender glaring at her, but she didn't pay any attention to them. "An aura that powerful can only come of being surrounded by old magic."
Crescent's head snapped up, and she stared at Professor Trelawney in shock. --Maybe she's not as crazy as I thought she was-- she thought, stunned.
Fortunately, she didn't have to say anything, because Professor Trelawney led the students over to the tables, where there were several silver bowls.
"The fates have informed me that this would be a good time to begin learning the ways of scrying," she said in a mysterious voice. "Scrying is one of the most difficult parts of Divination, because it takes a great deal of natural talent, and many years of diligent training. But perhaps the spirit world will see fit to send a vision of the future to one of you."
Rolling her eyes, Crescent sat down at the same table as Ron and Harry. "Isn't this stupid?" whispered Ron, grimacing.
Crescent nodded. "Sort of," she replied, grimacing back, and then looked down into the water.
A moment later, she wished she hadn't, as several images appeared in the water.
**flash**
"Don't bother running, Emma," a man with long, greyish-brown hair and blue eyes called, a crossbow in his hands. "You cannot escape. With your death, my queen shall once again be fairest of them all!"
A young woman with short, light-brown hair and blue-grey eyes ran away from him, her eyes filled with terror.
"Adam, help!" she screamed.
**flash**
Crescent screamed and jerked backwards, falling out of her chair. She lay there for a moment, breathing heavily, when she suddenly became aware that the classroom had become very, very quiet. Crescent got to her feet, and saw that everyone was staring at her.
Professor Trelawney hurried over to her. "My dear, you must have had a powerful vision!" she said excitedly.
"Yeah, I did." Without another word, Crescent ran over to the trapdoor and yanked it open. Instead of climbing down, she jumped through the opening and hit the ground running.
Crescent practically flew down the hallway, heading for Professor Dumbledore's office. She reached it a moment later, and began trying to think of what the password might be.
"Lollipop!" Nothing happened. "Uh, Pixie Stix!" Still nothing. "Butterscotch? Hershey's Kisses, gumdrops---" Suddenly, Crescent realized that Professor Dumbledore probably wouldn't have a muggle candy name for his password. Frantically, she began rattling off every wizarding candy name that she could think of. "Uh, Ton-Tongue Toffee, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Peppermint Toads, Sugar Quills---" The gargoyle statue jumped up, revealing a staircase. "Sugar Quills it is, then." Without hesitating, Crescent ran up the stairs, and quickly arrived at the top, opening the door without knocking. "Professor Dumbledore!" she gasped, startling the headmaster. "I need to contact my parents. It's an emergency!"
Dumbledore nodded, and indicated towards another doorway. "There's a mirror in there that will allow you to contact your parents," he replied. Crescent gave him a grateful look, and dashed into the other room.
When she got in there, she saw that there was a small mirror on a stand in there. Crescent immediately recognized it as a communicating mirror. She walked over to it, and gently traced her fingertips over the surface.
The surface rippled, forming a face, and a moment later, it said softly, "Who do you wish to speak with?"
"I wish to speak with my parents, Wolf and Virginia Greyson." The face disappeared, and a moment later, Crescent saw her parents appear.
"Crescent, what's wrong?" Virginia asked worriedly.
"I was just in Divination, and we were starting scrying, and when I looked in the water, I saw a vision," Crescent replied. "There was a man with long greyish-brown hair and blue eyes, and he had a crossbow, and he was chasing a lady with short, light-brown hair and blue-grey eyes. He told her that it was pointless for her to run, because she wouldn't be able to escape, and that with her death, his queen would once again be the fairest of them all."
Beside Virginia, Wolf turned pale. "Oh, cripes! She's brought herself back to life, as well as the Huntsman! History's going to repeat itself!"
"Dad, what are you talking about? Who's brought themselves back to life?"
"Snow White's stepmother."
As soon as she heard that, Crescent's reaction echoed through the hallways of Hogwarts.
"WHAT?!"
* * *
Everyone in Divination was whispering to each other about what had happened to Crescent.
"She's so lucky to have had a vision!"
"Yeah. Professor Trelawney said that scrying is the most difficult part of Divination."
"Well, I don't think she would agree with you about it being lucky. She looked scared."
"She didn't look scared. She looked terrified."
"I wonder what kind of vision Crescent saw," Ron muttered to Harry.
"I dunno, but it must have been really awful," Harry muttered back. Suddenly, the trapdoor opened again, and Crescent climbed up through the opening. She looked pale.
Professor Trelawney immediately hurried over to her. "My dear, you must be truly gifted to have received a vision from the spirit world so early in your lessons!" she said, looking excited. Behind her, Parvati and Lavender scowled. "Please, tell me about the vision you received, so that I might help you decipher its meaning."
"I can't," Crescent replied, looking upset. "I don't want to talk about it right now."
Without waiting for Professor Trelawney to reply, Crescent went over to the table where she, Harry, and Ron were sitting. She sat down, and ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook, placing it on top of the scrying bowl. As soon as she was done, she buried her head in her arms, and stayed that way until class ended.
to be continued...
* * *
A/N: Hey, I finally finished chapter 5! Yay me! Anyhoo, please R&R, but no flames. Remember: I have a roll of duct tape, a shovel, and a big backyard. You do the math.