Oi ve. I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I received the news that my family is moving to Texas (Texas!) and thus my thoughts have been…rather scattered.

Please forgive the scattered feeling this chapter provides. It's not my fault, I swear!

And the final vote for shonen ai/no shonen ai? No shonen ai is the winner by about 15 to 10. Amazing – I thought most people were highly into this. Ah well – something tells me I'd have issues writing it anyway.

On with the story!

Ryou/Speech/

Bakura/Speech/

Trapdoor

Harry, Ron, and Mokuba were just approaching the North Tower when they heard a barrage of voices from below the trapdoor. It seemed the entire class was waiting beneath it, none of them sure exactly how to get up – the step ladder had been removed.

"What's wrong?"

"Why won't this thing open?"

"Maybe we're in another classroom?"

"Maybe they cancelled the class!"

A grumble and another set of footsteps coming up the stairs behind them alerted the three to another's presence. Looking behind them, they saw the spiky haired Defense teacher.

"Stupid Bakura….can't even control his own class….what's that idiot think he's doing?"

Mokuba intercepted his path. "Hi Atemu – erm, Professor Moto. What're you doing up here?"

The pharaoh turned towards Mokuba, coming out of his disgruntled state and smiling. "Mokuba. I had a free period, and I thought I'd sit in on one of our Thief King's classes. However, I was alerted that he's not letting any of you inside the classroom. Do you know what's going on?"

Mokuba shook his head. "No – I don't think it's that he's not letting us in, it's just that there's no ladder."

Atemu smirked. "Of course. Well I'm going up to speak with him – do you wish to come?" Without waiting for a reply, he pushed his way to the underside of the open trapdoor, and sprung lightly upwards and into the room.

Shaking his head, Mokuba muttered, "Idiot," before following suit.

Ron gaped at Harry. "Did they…how? What?"

Harry laughed, trying to overlook what he'd just witnessed. "I see you've improved your language skills over the summer, mate. And no, I have no idea how they did that. Maybe it's a Japanese thing?"

"We've really got to talk tonight, alright?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'VE GOTTA GIVE THEM A LADDER TO GET UP HERE? THE USELESS MAGGOTS CAN'T JUMP THREE FEET?"

Yami's voice filtered down after Bakura's. "For them, baka, it's a great deal more than three feet. You trained Mokuba, yes, but for them this is ridiculous."

They heard their Divination teacher growl. "Morons. Fine, Atemu, but you owe me."

"I owe you for showing you how to teach a class? Somehow that doesn't quite fit."

Mokuba subtly coughed. "Guys? You realize they can hear you from that doorway, right?"

"Kuso! Mokuba, get the ladder down, will you?"

With a clatter, the familiar silvery form dropped from the hole, and the class looked at it apprehensively. Professor Trelawney's old favorites, Parvati and Lavender wore looks of downright horror.

"WILL YOU IDIOTS GET UP HERE?"

"'Kura!" shouted Mokuba in a reprimanding tone, "Be nice."

All 35 students filed in, looking as if they were awaiting an execution. Gone were the pouf chairs, and (in many minds, thankfully) the overpowering scent of perfume. Instead the room had been completely redone, just as the newest Dueling room was. The walls now extended up, becoming taller than the great hall's. Ladders and platforms lined the walls, making the need for chairs pointless. Cautiously, they headed up the attached ladders, each student selecting his own platform, feet dangling off the edges.

Harry grinned diagonally down to Ron, and upwards at Mokuba. "Now this is a classroom!"

Mokuba nodded, stretched out in a rather provocative position on his stomach, face leaning over the edge. "'Kura-kun always had the greatest ideas. Just wait!"

"Alright fools," called the white haired spirit, appearing two flats away from the trio, "You're all here to learn Divination. You've all been through at least two years of this, so I won't have to convince you that it is, in fact, an art, and takes quite a bit of skill. You are all familiar with the concept of spirits – they reside in your very school." He smirked, "So I expect none of you to be shocked."

He jumped from one platform to the next with an almost catlike grace, clearing the expanse of the room at least three times before landing diagonally under the place Lavender and Parvati were resting. "I was called here," he announced, glancing around the room, "By a prophetic dream."

"Interesting…," mused a voice next to Harry, who immediately jumped. Professor Moto had appeared directly next to him without his knowledge. "I'd wondered about that."

"This dream showed me," he said, stressing the last word and staring at both Atemu and Mokuba, "A lady that could only be described as a 'glittering insect' in grave danger." Snickers ran through the room – it was common knowledge that Professor Trelawney fit that bill. "Eventually, my searches led me here. I arrived in Dumbledore's office, heard a scream, and made the," he grinned, "Epic trek up here." This earned him another appreciative snicker. "When we arrived, this entire room was drenched in blood – that of your late teacher's."

The expected gasps did not come – most of the class was too in shock to react, while others had guessed it when Bakura had first stepped into the Great Hall the previous night.

"Your – what is that vile subject? Arithmancy? – teacher saw the scene while I was still here. As you can see, he's no longer here either." Looking at their faces, he quickly amended, "No, he's not dead – hesimply quit. I regret to inform you, however, that your esteemed Professor Sprout hasjoined the deceased."

This sparked a reaction from the students, gasps and babbles breaking out immediately. Neville actually fell off his platform, which thankfully was only a few feet from the floor, a look of shock and distress written across his features.

"I see this is news to all of you. Good. A shock to your senses generally creates a better aura for seeing. To move on, the first thing we will be covering is Seeing the Future by Cards. I don't honestly care what kind of cards you use – many use Tarot, I use a," he smirked at Yugi and Mokuba again, "Special blend of my own based off a Muggle card game. Find what suits you best."

"First, though, a survey. Who in this room has personally used some type of foresight related card?" He glanced around the room to see Mokuba, Parvati, and Lavender's hands raised. Nodding, he gestured in the air and the walls suddenly moved closer together into a cramped amphitheatre-type style. "I want you three down here now, please."

Parvati and Lavendar cautiously climbed down the ladders, making sure of their footing (though Harry could see Ron visibly restraining himself from tripping them as they passed his ledge. As they reached the bottom, Mokuba jumped from his middle-based platform, flipping himself neatly into a fighter's crouch on the ground.

"Mokuba," drawled Bakura, "If you're going to land like you want a fight, I'll give you one. I'm sure Professor Urameshi will give us free rein of his dueling arena. However, we have to finish this class first – and I'd prefer it be without theatrics."

Mokuba smirked. "Or, Professor, we could have a real duel. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Atemu smiled from his perch. Seto may have taught Mokuba every piece of knowledge he could retain, and Bakura had thoroughly taught him how to fight with and without weapons and magic, but Atemu had taught him true strategy – strategy that won. Everyone who came near the youngest Kaiba would agree that he was set up for nothing short of greatness.

To his credit, Bakura kept a straight face. "Amusing. Parvati, Lavendar, I want you two to switch foretellings. I assume you have your cards with you?" The two nodded and withdrew rather sparkly cards from their bags. Grimacing in distaste, the thief spirit continued, "Good. Mokuba, you and I will trade." Surveying the three students and seeing Mokuba had pulled out his deck, he quickly declared, "Begin."

The partners switched decks, each shuffling to their own satisfaction. Parvati and Lavendar stopped almost immediately after the Professor's. Giving the decks back to their respective owners, they began to lay out their formations – Mokuba's and Bakura's a semi-circle, Parvati's and Lavendar's in straight rows.

"A-ace of Cups," stumbled Parvati. "You'll, um, receive a new object that glitters."

"The Tower," motioned Lavendar in return with a bit more grace in her speech, "You need to be watchful of burns, scrapes, and other minor physical injuries."

Bakura and Mokuba raised eyebrows at each other from across the table. Mokuba moved to turn over his first card at the same time as Bakura, when both cards flew out of their hands, burning in the air. Lavendar and Parvati gasped, covering their mouth with perfectly manicured nails, and as Mokuba looked quizzically at the cards in front of him, the whole table rattled and the cards flew back into neat piles by their respective owners.

Bakura frowned, eyes glittering dangerously as he looked upwards at Atemu; the pharaoh held his hands up in a defensive gesture, indicating it wasn't his doing.

/Ryou, get them out of here. Immediately. The girls and Mokuba stay./

/One classroom evacuation coming up, 'Kura./

As Bakura's (now Ryou's) head rose, his eyes and voice became softer, more musical. "Everyone out, please. As a notice, I'd like to say that you will never receive homework from this class, though research and reports on whatever we're studying will count towards extra credit. In return, I expect you to be able to hold your own without much trouble. Class dismissed. Mokuba, Miss Patil, and Miss Brown please stay behind."

/I'll take it from here, thank you./

/Alright, but I'm eating dinner for us. Never again do I want raw steak in this body./

/Deal. We'll discuss the behavior of the cards later./

Atemu was the last one to make his exit, and he nodded as Ryou and Bakura switched bodies. Bakura glared at the two girls, seeing everyone had left. "I stopped you earlier because I was involved in my own foretellings. However, I must impress upon you the seriousness of this trade. Your cards will not predict trivial things. Burns, scrapes, receiving a," he grimaced, "sparkly object – telling futures is not about such small matters. Every card telling you complete correctly will have life – not necessarily your life, mind you – but still, life altering foretellings. You both have great potential, but I must warn you; step up your understanding or you will become nothing more than great frauds. Your teacher – Trelawney, I believe her name was? She possessed more potential than you two ever will, and traveled down the road you now occupy. Any person in this class will tell you she knew nothing of her art – any, that is, that were not blinded by smoke and mirrors. You may go."

He smirked towards Mokuba. "And I expect you to give Atemu hell in his class. I've more of those fireworks if you need them."

Mokuba watched the two girls climb down the ladder, shoving his deck back into his schoolbag. "Nope, I've got my own idea, thanks. You're welcome to join in the class if you want, though. I'm sure Atemu would," his eyes glimmered, "Appreciate it."

"I just might. Though, I've got a little work to do before then." He leaned down with a conspiratorial smirk and quickly soundproofed his hikari's soulroom. "You've got everything for tomorrow, correct?"

"Correct," said Mokuba. He made his way silently down the ladder.

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