Chpt. 6- Destiny

Lyric hated Divination. She figured Trelawney was a complete hack. Iona agreed, but since she was studying astrology, she had to take the class. The only upside was that all you had to do was make up something that sounded profound, and you got yourself a passing grade.

"Sit down, please," Trelawney asked in a hushed voice that seemed all too dramatic. Lyric and Iona made themselves comfortable on two eggplant colored pillows in the back. "Today, I will do something special for all my students. I will foresee your destiny."

"Oh goody!" shouted Gretchen Hart, a Hufflepuff who adored Divination classes.

"Lyric Dumbledore," Trelawney looked at her, "you first. Come now, sit up by me." Lyric obeyed, though she kept rolling her eyes at her professor. "Now sit very still and you must stay absolutely quiet." Trelawney stuck the palm of her right hand to the forehead and her left hand in the middle of Lyric's back. She was very quiet for a minute, and then began talking in an eerie chant.

Betrayal seems

To be foretold

For the girl

With a Heart of Gold

You'll love this man

Though it be too bold

His hands are warm

His heart is cold

Be careful

He'll take your soul.

The rest of the class clapped at Trelawney, but Lyric just sat there dumbfounded. His hands are warm. Could this destiny be her dreaded Potions professor? Lyric looked at Iona, who just shrugged it off.

"Are you alright?" asked Trelawney.

"No, I have to go," Lyric scrambled out of her seat and out of the tower. She couldn't help but start crying. She didn't want to believe Trelawney, but the warm hands things was starting to freak her out. She didn't normally notice people's hand, but she had with Snape, why? Plus, Amarantha had claimed the Lyric liked Snape, and that was in the prophecy, too. Wasn't it? Lyric ran back the Gryffindor common room. She sat there and cried until she had to go to her next class. The rest of the day was uneventful, Lyric basically tried to hide from everyone. She kept dreading her last class of the day: Potions.

When she got to Snape's classroom, she paused in the doorway. The pale man sat at his desk staring at her. Lyric tried to swallow away the lump in her throat, but it wouldn't go away. She saw Iona already sitting down, and ran to get the seat next to her.

"Where have you been all day?" Iona asked quietly.

"I've been in class," Lyric said.

"You're not upset about what Trelawney said, are you?" Iona was annoyed at her friend.

"Well, yes!" Lyric was on the brink of tears. "She was talking about the hands."

"So, Trelawney also told me that a fair-haired mother would soon reject me. My mother is anything but fair-haired."

"I know Trelawney is full of it and has been for years, but it's just a little creepy that she mentions something that we were just talking about last night." Tears had begun to stream down her face.

"Okay, I admit that was strange, but it may just be coincidence," Iona was trying to comfort her friend. "Remember two years ago when Trelawney told me I wouldn't live another year? She was wrong about that, eh? Plus, I guarantee there are thousands of men in this world with warm hands, not just that one. So, cheer up. He's not going to be the one to take our soul."

"Oh, that's comforting," Lyric laughed. "Have you seen Tristan since this morning?" she asked her friend.

"No, not since Snape dragged him off to the dungeon," Iona began. "Probably is shackled up right now, and there are jumper cable attached to his nipples. Every time Snape presses a button, Tristan'll get 20,000 volts."

"You thought of that all by yourself?" Lyric asked laughing.

"No, saw it in a movie-" Iona was interrupted by a loud cough.

"Ladies, class has begun, can we finish the conversation about Tristan's nipples later?" Snape growled at the two of them.

Lyric turned back to the unflattering red shade as the class laughed at her and Iona. "Sure," Iona said, biting back her own embarrassment. The girls didn't dare look at each other for the rest of class.

The class was boring, as Snape felt the need to explain to the seventh years about caring for your cauldron and supplies. When it was over, Lyric and Iona headed back to the Gryffindor dorm to find Tristan. When they entered, they found him sit on the couch staring at the fireplace.

"Tristan?" Iona asked, "Are you okay?" Tristan was silent. "Tristan, what happened with Snape this morning?" Iona sounded upset. Again Tristan said nothing.

Lyric sat down next to him on the couch, "What happened?" she was beginning to worry.

Tristan closed his eyes and began to whisper, "Kubla geela varca." Iona and Lyric just stared at him. He continued a hushed chant, "Regela borteca sumari, Morta eska neeha." Then he again fell silent.

"Iona, what the hell was that?" Lyric asked trembling.

"I don't know!" Iona screamed, "Tristan, talk to me. Tell me what happened?"

"I can't," Tristan began to cry, "I can't."

"Somebody, help!" Lyric called to the other students. They just stared at her.

"I can't," Tristan said very loudly, "believe you fell for that!" His voice had returned to normal and he start to laugh hysterically.

"You bastard!" Iona punched him in the arm, "I'm gonna kill you!"

"Uh oh!" Tristan took off running with Iona right behind him.

"You're such an asshole," Lyric called after him.

After Iona finally caught him and tortured him by pulling his leg hairs, he apologized.

"Should've seen the look on your faces. It was priceless," he laughed.

"Ha, ha. What really happened?" Iona asked.

"Nothing much, Snape yelled at me for an hour, but then had a class to teach, so he stuck me with Filch the rest of the day. I was forced to scrub toilets for about five hours, but nothing I can't handle. So you ladies, wanna get some dinner?"

"Yeah, let's go," said Iona leading the way.

"By the way, Lyric," Tristan said as they entered the dining hall, "Snape kept asking me about you. He either is in love with you, or is trying to get you in trouble as well. Maybe both. I think he's the type that punishment gets him all hot-"

"Finish that sentence, and you're a dead man," Lyric warned. "We must stop talking about Snape from now on, got it?"

"Whatever you say."