After potions they split up, some for divination, others for muggle studies or care for magical creatures. Lily was puzzled by that mysterious blonde. Why had she never seen him before. "Hey guys, did any of you recognize that boy sitting in the corner today? He didnt look familiar," she asked her friends only to receive four 'no's' from her friends and one 'halucinating are we Evans?' from James. She didn't need to think twice before replying. "Well, with guys like YOU in my class, a girl needs to find something to daydream over." "With girls like you in my class, no wonder I look for dates in 4th year." Potter had obviously not forgotten their little argument from earlier. The girls pulled Lily towards divination, while the guys steered James in the direction of care for magical creatures.
"Why do you let him get to you Lily?" Anna asked her friend carefully. "Because he just does. I dont know how he does it. He must be cursed. Well if he isn't cursed Ill make sure he is. So that every girl in the world can see him for what he really is. Arrogant, and stupid, and he's just such a..." Lily was lost for words but her friends helped her finish the sentence. "A marauder perhaps?" Lily's bad temper was instantly gone and they giggled their way through the corridors. "Hey Anna. I was thinking. You know how you haven't actually had a boyfriend, right?" Catherine asked her friend cautiously, knowing she was bringing up a sensitive subject. "Yes, and I am reminded frequently by you," Anna winked at her friend and laughed. "Well, Im just looking out for you welfare. Well, I noticed that Remus is looking good this year. And he seems your type. I mean, you're both very calm and quiet." Cat, inspired by old romance stories and fairytales then lunged into a long elaborate explanation of how Anna's and Remus' first kiss should and would be, something that was enough to make both Anna and Lily flush bright-red. Cat, however, had the good sense of shutting up when they arrived to divination. They got their favorite seat, right at the back and sat down, ready for class. Professor Devin was known for not giving students any "mellow"-time. The professor entered the classroom, her shawls trailing behind her, her wiry orange hair sticking up into the air, and the class was instantly quiet. Apart from Catherine that is, who muttered something about 'a flair for drama' under her breath. "My deeear children," Professor Devin nearly whispered. "We shall waste no time. This year will be interesting. Advanced divination. The stars and the future will be particularly observed." Here Catherine snorted with laughter only to be elbowed by Anna. "What!" she said. "Isnt is always!" "...today we will be looking into our future through a crystal ball. I know you have done this before, but having so many years of experience, todays reading should be interesting." She finished in a whisper barely heard by the class. With a flick of her wand crystal balls arrived on their tables and they found the page that described crystal-ball reading and began to gaze into it. After a bit, Catherine got fed up with it. "I can't see anything. I see a lot of white fog, occasionally going red. What does that mean, that I'm going to have jam and milk for lunch?" A few seconds later, and a few pages back she found the answer. "Ofcourse. Blood on white background means danger, often combined with death. Oh deary me."
While Cat seemed naturally uninterested in her 'prophecies', Lily stared into hers with mild interest. She saw the same foggy substance as Catherine, but instead of the red fog that tended to appear in hers, Lily's kept flashing. It was something she couldn't really make out. She leaned her face forward, and stared into it. It was like she was in a trance. The same picture kept flashing, clearer and clearer. She was straining her eyes, concentrating on making a picture out of the flash. It was getting clearer, she could see a pair of eyes staring back at her, it was still flashing so she couldn't make out the face. Then all of a sudden the face flashed in front of her, the eyes bored into her, like they could see into her soul, the face recogniseable for a split second. The boy from the potion-class. Then, like earlier that morning, he was gone. She snapped out of her transe and screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she fainted.