Author's notes: Again, we're flashing forward about 4 years. Adora is now
a 3rd year. I don't own the characters, I just make them do my bidding.
Wahrsager is the translation I got for fortune teller.
Chapter 13
A cold night in september, 4 years earlier, the night Adora left
Severus stormed into Trelawney's small tower room, ducking several times to keep from being hit on the head from low rafters.
"Sybill!" He demanded. He didn't have to yell, the room was small enough she could hear him.
"Ah! Severus, I have been expecting you."
"I know." he replied sourly. "Who is this woman I sent my daughter with?"
"Daughter? who would..." Sybill stopped short when she realized her whisper like voice had been replaced by a high pitched squeak that was natural for her. "I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter. Does Durmstrang have a Divination professor?" Snape asked. Sybill brought over a pot of tea and poured him a cup.
"They used to. I studied with her, at one of the old schools, but she left there after she saw that she would freeze to death. Went to another school, who was offering her a post."
"Really? Where?"
"Alaska." Sybill shrugged and continued. "Anyway, they haven't had a Divination professor in years. Focus more on the dark arts, but you know all about that. Unless their new headmaster has decided to bring back the art of divination." She sat down and fixed her shawl over her shoulders. "Why do you ask?"
"Today, Atra didn't show up to pick up Adora, her and her husband are expecting another bundle. Instead she sent a dumpy little girl, stumbling over every sentence and claiming to be a Divination Professor."
"I can read your future for you, find out about this girl, what role she'll play." Snape rolled his eyes.
"If you must." He sighed.
Sybill took a deck of playing cards and set up a layout. She turned them over one by one. "hmmm...interesting."
"What is it?" He asked, leaning forward slightly.
"There seems to be quite the contradiction in the cards tonight. Here it shows you've had a great loss in your life, there's no doubt about that, but then the next card shows new life, and second chances. It doesn't make sense. Very curious."
"Now do you see why I don't take this seriously?"
"hmmm...There is travel in your future, and a new companion. Trustworthy and competent. Loyal and familiar. Who would travel with you though?" She sat back and glared at him. The two of them had never gotten along. Severus stood up and left.
4 years later, currently, at Durmstrang
Adora rushed into Professor Wahrsager's Arithmancy class, late.
"Late again I see Miss Snape."
"I'm sorry Helene." She gasped. Professor Wahrsager had instructed her students to refer to her by her first name, since she wasn't so much older than they were. Sunlight poured down through the windows onto Helene's greying robes and vibrant auburn hair. She wasn't young anymore, but she was by no means very old. Light sprinkling of strategically placed age lines gave her face a gentle and wise look to it.
"It better not happen again this week! finals are coming up and if you expect to go him this summer, you better start showing up to class on time." She scolded Adora. However Adora was used to it. It seemed to her that Helene scolded her much stronger than she did the other students, and twice as much as her other Professors.
"I know!" She replied and rolled her eyes. Adora sat down, and pulled her dark hair into a twist and clipped it back. Her friend, Shannon turned and looked at her, surprised she made it at all.
"Not writing notes to your boyfriend I see." She teased.
"No, he hasn't owled me back after the last one I sent him."
"Why not?"
"Because he isn't getting his way. I'm going to be 15 this year, he's being such a boy about everything. You know what I mean?"
"I know exactly what you mean." Shannon whispered back and turned to the front to feign paying attention. Helene went on with her lesson and Adora and Shannon continued with their own conversation. Soon class was over, and it was lunch time.
"Miss Snape, may i please speak with you?" Adora sighed and walked to the Helene's desk.
"Sure why not?"
"You have so much potential here, why do you just sit back and waste it talking with your friends all class? You need to sit down and study. Not worry about boys."
"I know. But, Adrian and I are just having a bit of a stick right now."
"Who?"
"Adrian Malfoy. You probably heard of his dad. He's one of the greatest Potion masters of our time." Adora cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her teacher.
"I do know him. very well. Trust me, I used to know a man who was far more skilled in potions than Draco Malfoy will ever be. He hasn't earned the right to be recognized as a potions master, even if he chooses to call himself one. You may go." As Adora walked out of the room she ran into the creature keeper of Durmstrang. He watched her walk down the hall and then turned to Helene.
"My sweet, my pet! how are you? May i interest you in a cookie? A bit of juicy gossip, or some first hand information on your...."
"What about him Black?" Helene demanded as she stacked up 4th year homework in it's own pile.
"He's gone off. Away. bye-bye. Closing up the manor, selling it."
"Why? would he do that?" She gasped.
"It's gone completely into ruin. No one really keeps it up to much, he was never one for house elves, but then neither was his dead wife." Black smiled and sat down on the corner of her desk. "Such a dreadful little man."
"You'd know, you went to school with him." Helene replied as she started grading the papers.
"How is his daughter doing here?"
"She has the intelligence of both her parents, but not near the passion for learning that they had and have."
"So it creates problems." He concluded.
"Yes especially here. You know the passion her mother had for Arithmancy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to eat my lunch." Helene stood up and headed for the door.
"He asked Trelawney that night, about you. He may begin to suspect something."
"Well then I expect you and Hagrid and Lupin to set it right. That's why you're here, Lupin is at Hogwarts and Hagrid is with Olympe. To prevent a tragedy from occurring."
"What if I decided I didn't want to play in this little game anymore." Black challenged.
"You don't make decisions." Helene finished and left the room. Black inhaled deeply.
'Patchouli and Lavender' he thought to himself. 'You'll never change.'
A cold night in september, 4 years earlier, the night Adora left
Severus stormed into Trelawney's small tower room, ducking several times to keep from being hit on the head from low rafters.
"Sybill!" He demanded. He didn't have to yell, the room was small enough she could hear him.
"Ah! Severus, I have been expecting you."
"I know." he replied sourly. "Who is this woman I sent my daughter with?"
"Daughter? who would..." Sybill stopped short when she realized her whisper like voice had been replaced by a high pitched squeak that was natural for her. "I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter. Does Durmstrang have a Divination professor?" Snape asked. Sybill brought over a pot of tea and poured him a cup.
"They used to. I studied with her, at one of the old schools, but she left there after she saw that she would freeze to death. Went to another school, who was offering her a post."
"Really? Where?"
"Alaska." Sybill shrugged and continued. "Anyway, they haven't had a Divination professor in years. Focus more on the dark arts, but you know all about that. Unless their new headmaster has decided to bring back the art of divination." She sat down and fixed her shawl over her shoulders. "Why do you ask?"
"Today, Atra didn't show up to pick up Adora, her and her husband are expecting another bundle. Instead she sent a dumpy little girl, stumbling over every sentence and claiming to be a Divination Professor."
"I can read your future for you, find out about this girl, what role she'll play." Snape rolled his eyes.
"If you must." He sighed.
Sybill took a deck of playing cards and set up a layout. She turned them over one by one. "hmmm...interesting."
"What is it?" He asked, leaning forward slightly.
"There seems to be quite the contradiction in the cards tonight. Here it shows you've had a great loss in your life, there's no doubt about that, but then the next card shows new life, and second chances. It doesn't make sense. Very curious."
"Now do you see why I don't take this seriously?"
"hmmm...There is travel in your future, and a new companion. Trustworthy and competent. Loyal and familiar. Who would travel with you though?" She sat back and glared at him. The two of them had never gotten along. Severus stood up and left.
4 years later, currently, at Durmstrang
Adora rushed into Professor Wahrsager's Arithmancy class, late.
"Late again I see Miss Snape."
"I'm sorry Helene." She gasped. Professor Wahrsager had instructed her students to refer to her by her first name, since she wasn't so much older than they were. Sunlight poured down through the windows onto Helene's greying robes and vibrant auburn hair. She wasn't young anymore, but she was by no means very old. Light sprinkling of strategically placed age lines gave her face a gentle and wise look to it.
"It better not happen again this week! finals are coming up and if you expect to go him this summer, you better start showing up to class on time." She scolded Adora. However Adora was used to it. It seemed to her that Helene scolded her much stronger than she did the other students, and twice as much as her other Professors.
"I know!" She replied and rolled her eyes. Adora sat down, and pulled her dark hair into a twist and clipped it back. Her friend, Shannon turned and looked at her, surprised she made it at all.
"Not writing notes to your boyfriend I see." She teased.
"No, he hasn't owled me back after the last one I sent him."
"Why not?"
"Because he isn't getting his way. I'm going to be 15 this year, he's being such a boy about everything. You know what I mean?"
"I know exactly what you mean." Shannon whispered back and turned to the front to feign paying attention. Helene went on with her lesson and Adora and Shannon continued with their own conversation. Soon class was over, and it was lunch time.
"Miss Snape, may i please speak with you?" Adora sighed and walked to the Helene's desk.
"Sure why not?"
"You have so much potential here, why do you just sit back and waste it talking with your friends all class? You need to sit down and study. Not worry about boys."
"I know. But, Adrian and I are just having a bit of a stick right now."
"Who?"
"Adrian Malfoy. You probably heard of his dad. He's one of the greatest Potion masters of our time." Adora cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her teacher.
"I do know him. very well. Trust me, I used to know a man who was far more skilled in potions than Draco Malfoy will ever be. He hasn't earned the right to be recognized as a potions master, even if he chooses to call himself one. You may go." As Adora walked out of the room she ran into the creature keeper of Durmstrang. He watched her walk down the hall and then turned to Helene.
"My sweet, my pet! how are you? May i interest you in a cookie? A bit of juicy gossip, or some first hand information on your...."
"What about him Black?" Helene demanded as she stacked up 4th year homework in it's own pile.
"He's gone off. Away. bye-bye. Closing up the manor, selling it."
"Why? would he do that?" She gasped.
"It's gone completely into ruin. No one really keeps it up to much, he was never one for house elves, but then neither was his dead wife." Black smiled and sat down on the corner of her desk. "Such a dreadful little man."
"You'd know, you went to school with him." Helene replied as she started grading the papers.
"How is his daughter doing here?"
"She has the intelligence of both her parents, but not near the passion for learning that they had and have."
"So it creates problems." He concluded.
"Yes especially here. You know the passion her mother had for Arithmancy. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to eat my lunch." Helene stood up and headed for the door.
"He asked Trelawney that night, about you. He may begin to suspect something."
"Well then I expect you and Hagrid and Lupin to set it right. That's why you're here, Lupin is at Hogwarts and Hagrid is with Olympe. To prevent a tragedy from occurring."
"What if I decided I didn't want to play in this little game anymore." Black challenged.
"You don't make decisions." Helene finished and left the room. Black inhaled deeply.
'Patchouli and Lavender' he thought to himself. 'You'll never change.'