Loki sat, cross legged in the middle of his chambers before a large leather bound book. The inscription within was some strange Latin-like language that even Loki found difficult to translate. In situations like this where he was interested in the ancient texts he would simply visit friga, but this time, he needed to do this particular task alone. He was going against the will of the all father and that was strictly forbidden on any account. But Loki had to, he had to see what this witch had seen and above all, this was a free trip to midguard!

The particular book that Loki was reading was about a spell which could 'theoretically' transport you anywhere that you were thinking about at that particular moment.

So, Loki had no time to loose. He closed his eyes and sighed; He attempted to clear his mind of any other thoughts, and then thought about the patch of marble floor in front of his bookshelf and tried to transport himself there. Sure enough though, he only moved 4 inches. Slightly bemused that he'd even moved at all, Loki tried again. Staring deeply into the image of where he wanted to be taken in the back of his mind. The feeling was horrific. The feeling of being dragged head first through a thin tube, the suffocating and claustrophobic feeling. But when he felt himself returning to normal he was scared to open his eyes. Although he did feel like he was going to be sick and felt slightly dizzy he appeared to be where he wanted to be.

Hermione had finally been allowed back to her lessons. She enjoyed her first divination lesson a little bit too much, but as she had missed her classes to such an extent that any class that she could have happened to be in would have seemed exciting. Her arm had begun to hurt before they actually started on the tea leaves (which Hermione thought was the most tedious part of the lesson) from answering so many questions.

Hermione, as always, had finished her cup of dark brown tea before anyone else, leaving those few mouthfuls at the bottom and gently sipping at the end. When there was nothing left but the small black patterns at the bottom of her cup she began flipping through her small blue symbol book.

That's when something equally strange as her last few weeks occurred. She couldn't believe what she had seen in her cup, she even had to call professor Trelawney to look into her cup and confirm her suspicions, for her reaction was one of the most terrifying things Hermione had ever seen.

The professors' eyes went white and seemed to roll into the back of her head, her voice turned from the sweet, chirpy, if annoying sound to something that was harsh and rasping. She reached her hand out to Hermione as if she was trying to reach out to some invisible life line. Hermione could do nothing but hold her quivering hand whilst she shook and silently screamed at her. But what shocked Hermione was that no one else in the class seemed at all concerned that their teacher was possessed in front of them, no one had even looked up from their cups, and Hermione couldn't shout. Hermione had lost the ability to shout, scream or even talk.

Suddenly Hermione felt herself being pulled back into the world as professor Trelawney's eyes tuned back to their original grey blue. But she seemed none the wiser that she had just possessed herself and possibly a student. She simply stood up, placed Hermione's cup back onto the table and walked away.

The tea leaves in Hermione's cup simply read 'a friend's great betrayal'.