A/N:I'm really impressed with these reviews. I especially like to know where you want this story to go. What would make you happy?

Caster:I know, Hodges is my favourite character...aside from Greg...and Grissom, and Catherine...and Warrick and Nick...and Doc Robbins...oh, and Brass. The only character I'm not a huge fan of is Sara, actually. I've never written any slash, so we're probably just going to be seeing just quirky friendships at best. Greg's little kareoke session in the Potions lab is due to the lack of ability to use electronic equipment such as cd players in Hogwarts. And yes, Hodges and Snape are deffinately made from the same mould. The David-Greg comraderie was a stab at the labrat version of good cop-bad cop.

SilverDragon54:I appreciate your opinion. I was just seeing it from Snape's POV...I can see him having that prejudice that any muggle must have Gryffindor sensibilities. I probably should've written something along the lines of "none of them likely to be a Slytherin."or something. I see Catherine as a Slytherin. But I like Slytherins, so maybe I'm being biased.

bumble-beeoncrack, fruit-is-yumP, Lora-Lai, and CSI Meridian:thank you for your reviews.

Anyways, on to the story...

In Which Greg Meets Trelawney

Greg was bored. He had tried to put up with this Severus Snape, but in all honesty the combination of Hodges and Snape was just too much for even him to take right now.

All the Crime Lab employees were allotted break time, and since Snape didn't seem to want to learn anything from Greg anyhow, the quirky tech decided to put his breaktime to good use.

He was going to explore Hogwarts.

Shrugging off his white lab coat and leaving in the lab with Hodges, he strolled out of the dungeons and made his way into the Great Hall. Now, Greg was no expert on architecture, but this place was pretty funky.

Deffinately a good venue for a concert.

He climbed the stairs, gazing at the moving portraits as he went. When they had first arrived at the castle Grissom had engaged in a staring contest with one of the portraits, attempting to figure out how they worked...in a way that a scientists could accept. Finally the man in the portrait ceased to find Grissom amusing, and he left the frame.

Greg snickered to himself at the memory.

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Meanwhile back at the lab, Hodges was attempting to cram some scientific knowledge into Snape's unyeilding cerebral cortex.

Key word:Unyeilding.

Hodges knew that this greasy haired professor was not a stupid man. He just happened to enjoy making David's life difficult. Like everyone else.

Sanders had escaped from the lab to do...whatever a character like Sanders did in his spare time, leaving David to verbally spar with Severus Snape.

"It's really a very simple procedure."David tried to explain the steps to analyzing Trace for what seemed to be the 50th time

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Greg was lost.

It was the staircases. That was his story and he was sticking to it.

He was in a tower of some sort, and that was all he was sure of. Well, maybe if he wandered some more he'd find his way back. Hodges would be disgruntled at having to spend all that time with the professor, but David was always disgruntled, and usually without good reason.

Greg shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and strolled backwards down the hall.

"I knew you would come."came a misty voice from somewhere in the ceiling.

Greg started and looked up.

A bug was staring at him through a trapdoor in the roof.

She wasn't really a bug...but she certainly looked like one. Her eyes were magnified but her large glasses, and the beads and shawls she was wrapped in gave Greg the impression of a large glittery moth.

"Inotice that you have been struck by a lighteningbolt..."Trelawney gestured to Greg's hair,"I Saw that coming."she confided.

Greg had no reply to that.

"I predict that you will speak again one day." she continued in her misty voice.

Greg miraculously found his voice,"Who are you?"

"I am Sibyl Trelawney, Seer of Hogwarts."she replied.

"Like a psychic?"

"I can See into the Beyond, and reveal the secrets of the universe."

"Cool." Greg nodded, impressed,"My Nana Olaf could do that too. Sorta."

"Have you ever had your tea leaves read?"asked Trelawney mistily.

"Nana Olaf was more into palm readings,"Greg shook his head.

"Come and have a cup with me."invited Trelawney.

"Man, this rocks."exclaimed Greg as he climbed the ladder into Trelawney's classroom.

Greg wondered if they could stay a little longer after teaching the Order about forensic science. Maybe he could pitch it to Grissom as a research idea. That sounded legitimate enough. Right?