Harry and Ron had Divination, which they always dreaded, first. As usual, they chose to be seated at a table as far as possible from Professor Trelawney, who was sitting on a pouf, by the fire.
"Come in," she said. "Have a seat anywhere."
Naturally, Lavender and Parvati sat directly in front of her.
"This term, we are going to work with mind reading," said the professor.
"Oooh!" both the girls before her said.
"Ahh..." Trelawney said, "my crystal gazing told me last night that you two will excel greatly in this field."
They beamed with pride.
Ron snorted.
"Crystal ball my foot!" he muttered to Harry. "She didn't see anything and she knows it!"
"Ahem!" Trelawney said, annoyed. "Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?"
"No, ma'am," Ron said, blushing.
"I see…" She glared at him. "It just so happens, Mr. Weasel, that you came up in my crystal ball also. It was very grim indeed—"
"The Grimm!" Lavender and Parvati shouted with frightened looks on their faces.
"No, no, dears," Trelawney said in a comforting voice. "I meant it was a grim sight... not the Grimm."
"Oh..." they said, looking embarrassed.
"Anyway," said Professor Trelawney, "you, Mr. Weasel, will be in a terrible accident on the twenty-seventh involving your sister and a broomstick."
"I've got a question," Ron said sarcastically. "If you see and know all... how the hell can you not remember my name?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean." The professor didn't look too happy about his choice of words.
"You called me Weasel!" Ron shouted.
"Oh!" said the professor as her cheeks flushed red. "My mistake, Mr. Beasel."
"Wrong again," Ron said.
"Measel?" she asked hopefully.
"Nope." Ron smiled. He had obviously begun to enjoy this.
They went on for several minutes. Finally, Lavender decided that she was sick of Professor Trelawney being humiliated.
"Weasley!" she whispered.
The professor smiled.
"Weasley," she said proudly.
"Lavender just told you that!" Ron yelled.
"Well, I knew it all along," she said. "I just wanted to make you think I didn't know it. It was in a vision I had last night. I was to lead you to believe all of this."
Harry couldn't contain himself any longer. He burst out laughing. "You wouldn't know a real vision if it smacked you upside the head!" he said.
"Excuse me?" Professor Trelawney looked bewildered.
"I've only seen you have one real vision my entire time in your class. And you know what? You thought I was insane! You didn't remember a thing!" Harry argued.
"That's it!" she yelled, her eyes brimming with tears. "I want you out of my class! Both of you!"
"Anywhere but here," Ron said cheerfully. "So... where do we go?"
"How about you go to Dumbledore's office," she said. She turned to Harry. "You should know where that is. The password is 'Flaming Phoenix'."
Harry and Ron turned and set off to Dumbledore's office. They were glad that they were out of Divination, but they were also a little nervous about what Dumbledore would say. When they finally reached the large gargoyle, Harry said, "Flaming Phoenix," and they began their journey up the steps.
They waited in the office for about five minutes, when finally, Dumbledore came in after them. He didn't look at all surprised to see them.
"So," he said smiling, "what did the famous mischief twins do this time? You know, you're really beginning to give Fred and George a run for their money."
Harry was relieved that Dumbledore wasn't angry with them. He went slightly red and said, "Professor Trelawney kicked us out of Divination." And he proceeded to tell him exactly what had happened.
When he finished, Dumbledore spoke. "I see," he said. "Well, I completely understand. If it weren't for the lack of professionals in her field... well, let's not get into that right now."
He glanced at a clock on the mantle beside his desk. "It's nearly time for lunch," he said. "Why don't we go to the Great Hall?"
He motioned toward the door, rose, and followed the boys out.