Aurora Sinistra or Sybill Trelawney
Sybil moves around her small classroom like a wraith as the last student closed the small trapdoor behind them, plumes of smoke spiralling upwards from the many extinguished candles.
She could breathe a little easier now, another day gone past without another of those frightful fake visions overtaking her.
Oh, they had served their purpose, allowing her to gain employment here at Hogwarts, but Sybil, secretly, hated them. Her level of attunement with her own Inner Eye was such that she could prophesy at will, like her distant ancestors at Delphi. She settled into her chair, willing herself to dream.