Chapter 8
Author's Note: Hello, everyone!!! I'm so sorry that I haven't been faithful to posting on this story. I do beg for your forgiveness. I also post this story on the Harry Potter website, and I've kept it up there, but I'd forgotten about it here. Please, accept my apologies! I hope that there is still some interest in this story! Let me know. Again, I'm sorry! I'll be better about it from now on, I promise. (
"Oh, hello, darling," a woman's misty voice greeted Lily as she stood up in the attic, ducking her head slightly.
"Uh-hi," Lily responded uneasily. The woman was youthful looking. Her black hair hung in ringlets around her face which was adorned with abnormally large eyeglasses. Her sparkling dark brown eyes held a distant look in them. She was adorned in clothing that reminded Lily of a mystic gypsy. A beaded shawl hung from her bony shoulders, and jangling bangle bracelets hung from her thin wrists. Numerous ornate rings ornamented her fingers, and she had an overall blinding shimmering effect to her. Sirius came up behind Lily, and upon taking in the new Professor's peculiar wardrobe and appearance he let out a long low whistle. The professor smiled at the pair and then turned her gaze to the rest of the full classroom. Most students were regarding her with amusement. Some looked slightly shocked by her garb and behavior.
"Class, welcome, I am Professor Trelawney," the woman said, her voice floating dreamily from her lips. Lily traded a look with Sirius. His shoulders were shaking with laughter and he had one his hands pressed firmly over his mouth. Professor Trelawney turned her gaze back towards Sirius once again. "Young man, what is so amusing?" she inquired, slightly arching one of her thinly plucked eyebrows.
"Nothing, Professor," Sirius managed to get out between his laughs. Lily moved towards him quickly, grabbed him by the arm and pushed him down hard into the nearest chair. Air rushed quickly out of Sirius's lungs and a look of pain shot briefly across his usually composed face. "Ouch, Lily, take it easy," Sirius whispered as she took the seat next to him. Lily smiled apologetically and then glanced around the table. James was sitting across the gauze-draped table looking at Sirius and Lily questioningly. Chloe was sitting at his side, shooting an evil look at Sirius from beneath her finely groomed coif of blond hair. James leaned across the table, his thick-framed glasses slid slowly down his nose.
"Why are you so late, Lily?" James inquired.
"I got lost," Lily whispered. James shot her a confused look and then he glanced suspiciously at Sirius.
"Excuse me, dear. What is your name?" Professor Trelawney asked, her misty eyes resting upon Lily.
"Lily Evans," Lily responded in surprise. The Professor adjusted her eyeglasses and a contemplative look overcame her eyes.
"Lily, are you with this young man here?" the Professor asked, pointing one of her long perfectly polished nails at Sirius. Lily was shocked at her question. She looked around her. James was looking at her intently, waiting for her answer. Sirius had a presumptuous grin on his face.
"Err-no, Professor. Why exactly do you ask?" Lily questioned as she looked at Sirius's crest-fallen face.
"The oracles have shown me that you are not meant to be with him," Professor Trelawney stated in her mist-veiled voice. Lily gave her a skeptical look. Some of the class started to giggle.
"Oh, is that so?" Lily inquired as she wondered why in the world Headmaster Dippet would hire this insane woman for a professor.
"Yes, child, you are destined to be with another," the woman continued, her bangles jingling on her wrists as she motioned dramatically.
"And who exactly would that be?" Lily asked skeptically. She was quickly becoming irritated by Professor Trelawney's antics. Professor Trelawney's rose red lips curled slightly at the corners. She stood there, in the front of the heavily perfumed attic, staring dramatically at Lily. Suddenly her smile faded. She put a heavily jeweled hand to her forehead as she cringed.
"I feel so dizzy," she murmured as she backed into a nearby chintz chair, ringlets of her hair clung to her now perspiring forehead. Her eyelids fluttered briefly and then her body slumped suddenly into the chair, appearing lifeless. A collective gasp arose from the entire classroom of students.
"Is she dead?" Remus hissed from his seat. James was just getting out of his seat to check on her condition when a cold cruel voice suddenly shattered the air.
Author's Note: Hello, everyone!!! I'm so sorry that I haven't been faithful to posting on this story. I do beg for your forgiveness. I also post this story on the Harry Potter website, and I've kept it up there, but I'd forgotten about it here. Please, accept my apologies! I hope that there is still some interest in this story! Let me know. Again, I'm sorry! I'll be better about it from now on, I promise. (
"Oh, hello, darling," a woman's misty voice greeted Lily as she stood up in the attic, ducking her head slightly.
"Uh-hi," Lily responded uneasily. The woman was youthful looking. Her black hair hung in ringlets around her face which was adorned with abnormally large eyeglasses. Her sparkling dark brown eyes held a distant look in them. She was adorned in clothing that reminded Lily of a mystic gypsy. A beaded shawl hung from her bony shoulders, and jangling bangle bracelets hung from her thin wrists. Numerous ornate rings ornamented her fingers, and she had an overall blinding shimmering effect to her. Sirius came up behind Lily, and upon taking in the new Professor's peculiar wardrobe and appearance he let out a long low whistle. The professor smiled at the pair and then turned her gaze to the rest of the full classroom. Most students were regarding her with amusement. Some looked slightly shocked by her garb and behavior.
"Class, welcome, I am Professor Trelawney," the woman said, her voice floating dreamily from her lips. Lily traded a look with Sirius. His shoulders were shaking with laughter and he had one his hands pressed firmly over his mouth. Professor Trelawney turned her gaze back towards Sirius once again. "Young man, what is so amusing?" she inquired, slightly arching one of her thinly plucked eyebrows.
"Nothing, Professor," Sirius managed to get out between his laughs. Lily moved towards him quickly, grabbed him by the arm and pushed him down hard into the nearest chair. Air rushed quickly out of Sirius's lungs and a look of pain shot briefly across his usually composed face. "Ouch, Lily, take it easy," Sirius whispered as she took the seat next to him. Lily smiled apologetically and then glanced around the table. James was sitting across the gauze-draped table looking at Sirius and Lily questioningly. Chloe was sitting at his side, shooting an evil look at Sirius from beneath her finely groomed coif of blond hair. James leaned across the table, his thick-framed glasses slid slowly down his nose.
"Why are you so late, Lily?" James inquired.
"I got lost," Lily whispered. James shot her a confused look and then he glanced suspiciously at Sirius.
"Excuse me, dear. What is your name?" Professor Trelawney asked, her misty eyes resting upon Lily.
"Lily Evans," Lily responded in surprise. The Professor adjusted her eyeglasses and a contemplative look overcame her eyes.
"Lily, are you with this young man here?" the Professor asked, pointing one of her long perfectly polished nails at Sirius. Lily was shocked at her question. She looked around her. James was looking at her intently, waiting for her answer. Sirius had a presumptuous grin on his face.
"Err-no, Professor. Why exactly do you ask?" Lily questioned as she looked at Sirius's crest-fallen face.
"The oracles have shown me that you are not meant to be with him," Professor Trelawney stated in her mist-veiled voice. Lily gave her a skeptical look. Some of the class started to giggle.
"Oh, is that so?" Lily inquired as she wondered why in the world Headmaster Dippet would hire this insane woman for a professor.
"Yes, child, you are destined to be with another," the woman continued, her bangles jingling on her wrists as she motioned dramatically.
"And who exactly would that be?" Lily asked skeptically. She was quickly becoming irritated by Professor Trelawney's antics. Professor Trelawney's rose red lips curled slightly at the corners. She stood there, in the front of the heavily perfumed attic, staring dramatically at Lily. Suddenly her smile faded. She put a heavily jeweled hand to her forehead as she cringed.
"I feel so dizzy," she murmured as she backed into a nearby chintz chair, ringlets of her hair clung to her now perspiring forehead. Her eyelids fluttered briefly and then her body slumped suddenly into the chair, appearing lifeless. A collective gasp arose from the entire classroom of students.
"Is she dead?" Remus hissed from his seat. James was just getting out of his seat to check on her condition when a cold cruel voice suddenly shattered the air.