The first few weeks went by without any trouble, well except somehow Shamus managed to blow up his tea cup. I wasn't the only one baffled by that, how on earth do you blow up a tea cup filled with only tea leaves?!
The twins have kept their deal and not pulled a single prank on me, as for the rest of the population at Hogwarts that was another story. But she knew that Dumbledore did enjoy a good laugh that was why their punishments weren't too extreme.
Once finished grading the papers, stretching out her fingers, she did miss using a pen and pencil at times. She realized quickly which student's actually payed attention, which slacked off, and which ones cheated.
"You sure are cute when you concentrate."
Hearing a voice, how had I not known someone was in my presence? Looking up I noticed one of the twins stand next to a desk only a few feet in front of me.
"I'm surprised you didn't know I was even here." How long had he been here?
"I must be off my game, what can I do for you Mr. Weasley." Smiling up at him, I motioned for him to have a set. But he stayed standing.
"Well, sadly I have not been able to complete my essay that is due today. I had had some unforeseen events take place."
I am going to assume he is talking about his little breakup with Ms. Johnson.
"Breaking up with your girlfriend, should have not prevented you from doing your essay that I had assigned over two weeks ago." Standing from my desk, grabbing my tea cup I preceded to refill it.
"But you see," feeling a presence a little too close. "It has been coming for the past two weeks. I caught her with a Dumbstrung only last night." Turning around he was standing barley a foot away from me.
"Then it should have been done long before." It he is asking for an extension, he need only to ask instead of beating around the bush and trying to make me feel sorry for him.
"Mr. Weasley, if you are inquiring for an extension then just ask for one. Stop trying to acquire sympathy from me. Teenagers date and break up, it's part of life." Taking a sip of my tea I felt dizzy. Not a vision, Not NOW! Seeing a look of concern across his face, I dropped my cup and fell to the ground. I think I hit the ground.
The soft grass wasent as soft as it had seemed. My whole body was racked with pain; cuts, burns, bruses, I believe my wrist was broken maybe a rib or two.
Opening my eyes, the darkness surrounded me. I was outside an odd shaped house. Reminding me of something a child would build with leggos, out of proportioned. My good hand clutched my wand tightly as figures came into my line of view.
"Oh, dear. One of you go get your father. Help me take her inside."
I felt being lifted, my whole body in pain, the arms felt gentle. I felt safe. The smell, gave me a sense of happiness, & protection and something else I could not figure out.
Feeling my body being lowered onto a soft object, I barley could keep my eyes open. I saw red hair. A lot of red hair.
I felt a body again, the same one that carried me. Lift my head and rest it on their lap.
"Leave her be, I need to tend to what wounds she has."
"I haven't seen her in months, I am not going to let her out of my sight. I am staying." I felt protected, I felt safe with this person. Who is this?
"Oh, fine Fred. Just try to keep her still."
Feeling a hard cold stone floor under my body, I was back at Hogwarts. That was a powerful vision. Opening my eyes, I lifted myself up slowly.
"Easy there, you took a bad fall. Madam Prompfey should be here any minute."
He was sitting next to me, a worried look on his face. My vision, it was about him. And myself, in the future. But how long? I didn't need Madam Prompfey, I needed to do a reading on myself.
"Oh, Mr. Weasley I am so sorry you had to see that. Normally I can control my visions, but that was quite a strong one." Moving about, I slowly stood up. Feeling skin, he had grabbed my hand then my other one and gently helped me off the ground.
"Come sit down, you blacked out for a bit, nearly hit your head but I was able to catch you in time."
Slowly we made our way over to my desk; my favorite tea cup lay in shattered pieces of jagged glass on the cold floor.
"Oh my, Oynix dear are you all right. I got an urgent message from Mr. Weasley to come right away. I though one of them had hurt the other with their pranks." Bussing over, with a vial in her hand, Madam Prompfey walked in followed by Dumbledore.
"Honestly, I am perfectly fine. I had a rather strong vision. I have not had it or anything similar to the events before. It caught me off guard. If Mr. Weasley hadn't been here I may have a cracked skull."
"Miss. Falls, may I inquire as to what this vision was about that caused such trouble to you?" Dumbledore seemed concerned as he stood next to me.
"Dumbledore, I will gladly tell you. But only in private please." Quickly averting my eyes so as he could see me pointing with them to my savior.
"Understandable, until then just relax and have some tea. Classes are done for the evening, and the weekend is among us. I shall see you all at supper. Come Madam Prompfey, I shall escort you to the great hall." Holding out his arm for her the two of the scurried off.
Laughing softly at the sight, I always assumed Dumbledore had a thing for McGonnell.
"Hey, look at me." Noticing he was now kneeling on the floor in front of me, holding my hands. His eyes full of worry.
"I know you saw something to do with me, can you please tell me."
"I will tell you when the time is right. But first I would like to tell Dumbledore."
"Should I be worried?" thinking on that question, the answer could be 'yes' or 'no'. It would depend on how the future holds for the both of us.
"At the time, no. The vision could be taken many ways. And as promised I will tell you, but not at the current time." Smiling softly to him, I felt something. Something off, looking up I saw another student. Miss. Johnston.
"Hello, Miss Johnston what can I do for you."
"I was just coming by to drop off my essay." Holding a rolled up peace of parchment, she looked at Fred but avoided eye contact.
"Oh, of course dear. Thank you. I am actually about done with the rest, so yours will be graded by Monday. But I am sure as I have seen these past few weeks I could probably give you your 'A' now without even looking at this." Smiling at her, she was a bright student. I laid the parchment down with the others.
"Thank you Professor. I'll see you later." With that the poor girl walked away.
"Before you ask, yes Mr. Weasley you may have an extension. But only until Monday. No later than 9pm."
"Okay, that is fair enough. If you feel you are okay, then I shall be on my way. I'll see you in the Great Hall." Walking away with a smile, and a wink. I returned the wink. Knowing I shouldn't until I talked to Dumbledore more. This could be dangerous.