#18 and #23
"Yes! I have a P in Divination!"
Hermione shook her head. "P stands for Poor, Kameron. It's not a good thing."
The smile dropped from her face. "Oh. I thought it was for Perfect."
"Well, at least you're doing well in Potions," Ron pointed out. "That's a class you actually need to pass."
"It's unfair that Snape likes you," Harry complained.
"He doesn't; he's just afraid of me," Kameron said. She sighed. "I need to bring up my grade. Does Trelawney accept bribes?"
The trio shook their heads.
"How about blackmail? Do we have anything on her?"
She got three blank stares.
"Maybe some extra credit, then."
"Ask it anything you want, Professor!" Kameron exclaimed. "The Magic Eight Ball knows all the secrets of the Earth!"
Professor Trelawney took the large black ball and looked at it. "Is my name Sybil Trelawney?"
She shook the ball and waited. "'Not a chance.' Mm-hmm. Just as I thought. A fake."
Kameron gasped and grabbed the Magic Eight Ball from her hands. "You've been lying to us all this time, Professor? Or are you our professor? How are we supposed trust you anymore!"
"That's a D for the day, Miss Morge."
"D for Darling?"
"D for Dreadful."
"Go ahead and take one, Professor! I brought enough for everybody."
Professor Trelawney looked at the strange food curiously. "What is this, Miss Morge?"
"Crack it open!"
Sybil did so and a small piece of paper floated to the ground.
"It's a fortune cookie!" Kameron announced. "Read your fortune, Professor!"
"'Your word of the day is GENEROSITY. Give all of your students Outstanding grades'," She read aloud. She looked up at the hopeful girl from behind her glasses. "Nice try, Miss Morge. I believe that leaves you with a T."
Kameron's shoulders slumped. "Terrible?"
"Troll."