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Chapter 7: Ron the S.S.S
That afternoon, Griffindor had Divination again. As the lesson began, they noticed that Professor Trelawney seemed irritable and twitchy. She gave her puzzled class some vague instructions on tea leaf reading, and then walked around the room muttering distractedly to herself.
Also, Ron could not help notice that she was keeping a close eye on him, and was staring at him like a hawk. In fact, when Harry reached over to retrieve his tea pot, and momentarily blocked Ron from her view she screamed out, "Down in front!", so loudly that Harry jumped back into his seat in alarm.
"I'm sorry dear..." she said quietly. "It's just that I ...uh... had another terrible vision about you."
"But you said down in front..." said Harry. "Which means I was blocking your view of..."
"No, no dear." she said quickly. "In the vision I had, a...uh... deadly curse was headed for you, which caused me to yell 'down in front' to...uh...warn you."
"Uh ok. So, did I dodge the curse?" asked Harry.
"I think you already know the answer to that question." she said.
"So I did?" guessed Harry.
Trelawney slowly shook her head.
"Not even just a little bit?"
Again, Trelawney slowly shook her head.
"But I survived, right?"
Again, Trelawney slowly shook her head.
"Ugly, filthy hag." muttered Harry as she walked away. "She sure is staring at you a lot though. You'd think she might be interested..."
"What??? Ewww... shut up, Harry!" said Ron.
"Harry, are you distracting Ron from his work?" said Trelawney who had somehow made her way behind them.
"No. I was just..."
"No you we're, and I predict you will continue to do so if you stay in this class today. Go and see your head of house."
"WHAT??? BUT..." protested Harry.
"NOW!" said Trelawney firmly.
"Your girlfriend is a git." He whispered to Ron before storming out and heading for Professor McGonagall's office.
Trelawney seemed more and more twitchy as the class neared its end. She seemed to be contemplating a decision. Ron was glad when the lesson finally finished, as she was beginning to make him feel most uncomfortable. But then....
"Uh...Ron, could you please stay behind for a second, I... uh ... want to have a word with you." said Trelawney.
"Uh ok..." said Ron slowly. "What could this be about?" he wondered as he nervously pulled at his pinkie finger. "Did he really want to be alone with her? Where was Harry when you needed him?" He watched as one by one, his fellow Griffindors hurriedly disappeared through the trapdoor, and wished he was one of them.
Finally the last student left. It was deadly quiet. Ron looked back at Trelawney and found her standing in the middle of the room, as still as a statue, her eyes more round, wide and focused on him than ever. He waited for her to say something but she didn't. She just continued to stare at him silently, quietly. It seemed like she was in deep thought, as if she was contemplating some unspeakable task. Whatever it was, it was awkward as hell, and beginning to freak him out.
"Please..." said Trelawney finally, just as Ron was about to make a bolt for the trapdoor. Her voice was slow and steady. "Take a seat."
"Uh, I'm already sitting." Said Ron.
There was a pause. "Oh." She said.
"Uh...maybe you would like to take a seat?" asked Ron nervously.
Trelawney looked down at her legs and it seemed she was surprised to see that they supported her.
"Yes. I think I will." She said.
She quickly moved over to Ron and sat on an armchair facing him.
"Uh professor, are you okay?" asked Ron. "You don't seem to be yourself today..."
At this Trelawney gave a very loud, high pitched laugh. "I'm finnneeee! Now I'm sure you know the reason why you're here?" she asked.
"Uh, no..." said Ron.
"Well, there are very rare occasions such as this, where a student such as yourself has excelled so rapidly in this subject, that it is impossible for his teacher... that's me, not to acknowledge his talent." Said Trelawney brightly.
"Say what?" asked Ron staring blankly.
"In ten years, I have not seen such amazing perception, and such accurate foresight into the mysteries of the future, as I have from you! Therefore, it's my great pleasure to present you with the official S.S.S. Award for Divination! Congratulations!"
"the S.S...what?"
"S.S.S... it stands for Super Special Student. Although it should be S.S.S.S for you...for you truly are a Seriously Super Special Student!"
"Are you mad?" questioned Ron shocked. "You used to hate my work! Except for that essay I did, but to be honest, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I just made the whole thing up!"
"Now, now, Ron, don't be bashful! You deserve every bit of this award! Here you go." Said Trelawney handing him a rather tattered piece of paper which seemed to be some sort of certificate.
Ron examined the award. It didn't look very official at all. All its words were messily scribbled, as if it had been done last minute. And special was spelt wrong.
Ron folded it up and put it into his robes. "Uh thanks." He said. "Can I go now?"
"Go????" exclaimed Trelawney in shock, more wide eyed than ever. "Nonsense! Nonsense! It's now time for your presentation ceremony!"
"Please don't make this more awkward than it already is...." said Ron.
"First..." interrupted Trelawney, "I dance around your armchair..."
And with a great surge of energy she jumped up, and began circling Ron, making weird flapping movements with her arms. Ron sighed, trying not to look directly at her.
"Then, a congratulatory hug. Get up..." she said.
Ron reluctantly rose from his seat, and Trelawney wrapped her bony arms around him in a tight hug. This really was quite a pathetic display, he thought. She wouldn't let go for a while, but Ron eventually shook her off.
"And now..." she said, and paused to take a long, deep breath. "In accordance to S.S.S award receiving protocol...you drink your celebratory tea!" At this, she stumbled over to her teacher's table, nearly tripping over a pouffe, over to the teapot and cup that had been there since the beginning of class. She started pouring him some. Her hands were shaking, and she spilt a bit, but did not notice. When the teacup was full, she handed it to Ron.
"Drink up!" she said more loud and high pitched than ever.
Ron looked down at the teacup in his palm. What he saw was definitely not tea. First of all, it was purple. Secondly, it was hardly a liquid, as its surface had goobly chunks in it, and it seemed to be as thick as syrup. And lastly, it smelt like fresh vomit. To sum it up, yuck.
"Uh..." said Ron recoiling. "I don't feel very celebratory today...I think I'll just head off..."
"But young boy, it's tradition!" exclaimed Trelawney. "Just a little sip, don't mind the smell, it adds to the flavour!" she said smiling. "You'd make your teacher very proud."
"No thanks." Said Ron, putting the teacup down. "Listen, I appreciate the certificate and the...", he paused to shiver, "...dance...but I really, truly should be going."
"Oh comon now...not even a tiny, weeny sip? I really must insist..." said Trelawney nervously, almost begging.
"I said no thanks." said Ron firmly and turned to leave, only to stop dead in his tracks.
A sharp pincer grip had landed on Ron's shoulder and he realized it was Trelawney's skeletal hand. He turned to face her in alarm. Trelawney was not smiling. Her expression was more stern and serious than he had ever seen before.
"Now, you listen here, Ron." she said slowly and dangerously. "You will drink this tea....for your own sake, and for those who care about you."
Gerroff me." Ron said loudly and equally threateningly. Slowly Trelawney came to terms with what she was doing, she relaxed her grip and lowered her hand.
"Sorry...I-I... don't know what came over me..." she said quietly.
Ron turned away heading for the trapdoor.
"Wait, there's just one more thing..." said Trelawney.
And then it happened. SPLASH! As Ron turned around, thick purple syrup splattered painfully over his face. He jolted backwards from the shock of the impact, and screamed with disgust as he feverishly wiped the disgusting goop away from his eyes, nose and cheeks.
"EWWWW!!!" he retorted angrily to a desperate, pale faced Trelawney, who now stood with an empty teapot in her clenched fist. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he yelled.
"Is there a chance you swallowed any of that?" she asked.
Ron was appalled. Without a response, he stormed to the trapdoor, jumped down the ladder three rungs at a time, and hurried away as fast as he could.
Chapter 7: Ron the S.S.S
That afternoon, Griffindor had Divination again. As the lesson began, they noticed that Professor Trelawney seemed irritable and twitchy. She gave her puzzled class some vague instructions on tea leaf reading, and then walked around the room muttering distractedly to herself.
Also, Ron could not help notice that she was keeping a close eye on him, and was staring at him like a hawk. In fact, when Harry reached over to retrieve his tea pot, and momentarily blocked Ron from her view she screamed out, "Down in front!", so loudly that Harry jumped back into his seat in alarm.
"I'm sorry dear..." she said quietly. "It's just that I ...uh... had another terrible vision about you."
"But you said down in front..." said Harry. "Which means I was blocking your view of..."
"No, no dear." she said quickly. "In the vision I had, a...uh... deadly curse was headed for you, which caused me to yell 'down in front' to...uh...warn you."
"Uh ok. So, did I dodge the curse?" asked Harry.
"I think you already know the answer to that question." she said.
"So I did?" guessed Harry.
Trelawney slowly shook her head.
"Not even just a little bit?"
Again, Trelawney slowly shook her head.
"But I survived, right?"
Again, Trelawney slowly shook her head.
"Ugly, filthy hag." muttered Harry as she walked away. "She sure is staring at you a lot though. You'd think she might be interested..."
"What??? Ewww... shut up, Harry!" said Ron.
"Harry, are you distracting Ron from his work?" said Trelawney who had somehow made her way behind them.
"No. I was just..."
"No you we're, and I predict you will continue to do so if you stay in this class today. Go and see your head of house."
"WHAT??? BUT..." protested Harry.
"NOW!" said Trelawney firmly.
"Your girlfriend is a git." He whispered to Ron before storming out and heading for Professor McGonagall's office.
Trelawney seemed more and more twitchy as the class neared its end. She seemed to be contemplating a decision. Ron was glad when the lesson finally finished, as she was beginning to make him feel most uncomfortable. But then....
"Uh...Ron, could you please stay behind for a second, I... uh ... want to have a word with you." said Trelawney.
"Uh ok..." said Ron slowly. "What could this be about?" he wondered as he nervously pulled at his pinkie finger. "Did he really want to be alone with her? Where was Harry when you needed him?" He watched as one by one, his fellow Griffindors hurriedly disappeared through the trapdoor, and wished he was one of them.
Finally the last student left. It was deadly quiet. Ron looked back at Trelawney and found her standing in the middle of the room, as still as a statue, her eyes more round, wide and focused on him than ever. He waited for her to say something but she didn't. She just continued to stare at him silently, quietly. It seemed like she was in deep thought, as if she was contemplating some unspeakable task. Whatever it was, it was awkward as hell, and beginning to freak him out.
"Please..." said Trelawney finally, just as Ron was about to make a bolt for the trapdoor. Her voice was slow and steady. "Take a seat."
"Uh, I'm already sitting." Said Ron.
There was a pause. "Oh." She said.
"Uh...maybe you would like to take a seat?" asked Ron nervously.
Trelawney looked down at her legs and it seemed she was surprised to see that they supported her.
"Yes. I think I will." She said.
She quickly moved over to Ron and sat on an armchair facing him.
"Uh professor, are you okay?" asked Ron. "You don't seem to be yourself today..."
At this Trelawney gave a very loud, high pitched laugh. "I'm finnneeee! Now I'm sure you know the reason why you're here?" she asked.
"Uh, no..." said Ron.
"Well, there are very rare occasions such as this, where a student such as yourself has excelled so rapidly in this subject, that it is impossible for his teacher... that's me, not to acknowledge his talent." Said Trelawney brightly.
"Say what?" asked Ron staring blankly.
"In ten years, I have not seen such amazing perception, and such accurate foresight into the mysteries of the future, as I have from you! Therefore, it's my great pleasure to present you with the official S.S.S. Award for Divination! Congratulations!"
"the S.S...what?"
"S.S.S... it stands for Super Special Student. Although it should be S.S.S.S for you...for you truly are a Seriously Super Special Student!"
"Are you mad?" questioned Ron shocked. "You used to hate my work! Except for that essay I did, but to be honest, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I just made the whole thing up!"
"Now, now, Ron, don't be bashful! You deserve every bit of this award! Here you go." Said Trelawney handing him a rather tattered piece of paper which seemed to be some sort of certificate.
Ron examined the award. It didn't look very official at all. All its words were messily scribbled, as if it had been done last minute. And special was spelt wrong.
Ron folded it up and put it into his robes. "Uh thanks." He said. "Can I go now?"
"Go????" exclaimed Trelawney in shock, more wide eyed than ever. "Nonsense! Nonsense! It's now time for your presentation ceremony!"
"Please don't make this more awkward than it already is...." said Ron.
"First..." interrupted Trelawney, "I dance around your armchair..."
And with a great surge of energy she jumped up, and began circling Ron, making weird flapping movements with her arms. Ron sighed, trying not to look directly at her.
"Then, a congratulatory hug. Get up..." she said.
Ron reluctantly rose from his seat, and Trelawney wrapped her bony arms around him in a tight hug. This really was quite a pathetic display, he thought. She wouldn't let go for a while, but Ron eventually shook her off.
"And now..." she said, and paused to take a long, deep breath. "In accordance to S.S.S award receiving protocol...you drink your celebratory tea!" At this, she stumbled over to her teacher's table, nearly tripping over a pouffe, over to the teapot and cup that had been there since the beginning of class. She started pouring him some. Her hands were shaking, and she spilt a bit, but did not notice. When the teacup was full, she handed it to Ron.
"Drink up!" she said more loud and high pitched than ever.
Ron looked down at the teacup in his palm. What he saw was definitely not tea. First of all, it was purple. Secondly, it was hardly a liquid, as its surface had goobly chunks in it, and it seemed to be as thick as syrup. And lastly, it smelt like fresh vomit. To sum it up, yuck.
"Uh..." said Ron recoiling. "I don't feel very celebratory today...I think I'll just head off..."
"But young boy, it's tradition!" exclaimed Trelawney. "Just a little sip, don't mind the smell, it adds to the flavour!" she said smiling. "You'd make your teacher very proud."
"No thanks." Said Ron, putting the teacup down. "Listen, I appreciate the certificate and the...", he paused to shiver, "...dance...but I really, truly should be going."
"Oh comon now...not even a tiny, weeny sip? I really must insist..." said Trelawney nervously, almost begging.
"I said no thanks." said Ron firmly and turned to leave, only to stop dead in his tracks.
A sharp pincer grip had landed on Ron's shoulder and he realized it was Trelawney's skeletal hand. He turned to face her in alarm. Trelawney was not smiling. Her expression was more stern and serious than he had ever seen before.
"Now, you listen here, Ron." she said slowly and dangerously. "You will drink this tea....for your own sake, and for those who care about you."
Gerroff me." Ron said loudly and equally threateningly. Slowly Trelawney came to terms with what she was doing, she relaxed her grip and lowered her hand.
"Sorry...I-I... don't know what came over me..." she said quietly.
Ron turned away heading for the trapdoor.
"Wait, there's just one more thing..." said Trelawney.
And then it happened. SPLASH! As Ron turned around, thick purple syrup splattered painfully over his face. He jolted backwards from the shock of the impact, and screamed with disgust as he feverishly wiped the disgusting goop away from his eyes, nose and cheeks.
"EWWWW!!!" he retorted angrily to a desperate, pale faced Trelawney, who now stood with an empty teapot in her clenched fist. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" he yelled.
"Is there a chance you swallowed any of that?" she asked.
Ron was appalled. Without a response, he stormed to the trapdoor, jumped down the ladder three rungs at a time, and hurried away as fast as he could.