I will not bring a Magic Eight Ball to Divination class

Hermione giggled, trying to keep her head down. She didn't want to get noticed right away, so he covered the giggle with a cough, and went on writing her paper. Fifteen more minutes, and she would be on to Divination. A.k.a., the most useless class in existence. She scratched the last word, and spelled the ink dry, before rolling it up, tying it with a piece of periwinkle ribbon, and handed it in to Professor Flitwick.

She went back to her seat, put her things away, and started to watch the clock, paying no mind to her two best friend who were beginning to stare at her funnily.

"Hermione, are you trying to make the clock fall?" Harry said, watching his bushy haired friend closely. She was behaving strangely today, and he couldn't figure out why.

"I'm fine Harry, just can't wait for next lesson."

"'Mione, next lesson is Divination, which you hate," Ron pointed out, trying to figure the girl out.

"Oh, right," She said, trying to look put out, but doing a horrible job of it.

The bell suddenly rang, and Hermione was the first out of her seat, having already packed up her stuff, and fled the Charms classroom like it was diseased. The two boys looked at each other, shrugged, and packed up their stuff before heading after their friend. They had ten minutes to get to class, and they were going to take their sweet time about it too, seeing as they didn't like Divination either.

They got to the trap door of Professor Trelawney's classroom, and climbed up the stairs, being careful not to step on the fingers of the person behind them. Hermione was already in her seat, looking like she was about to wet herself with joy. The two boys sat down next to her, putting a little more space between her and them than usual, and waited for class to begin.

Trelawney started, and as soon as she began speaking, Hermione took something out of her bag, some dark round thing, with a flat edge, and set it on the corner of her desk. People looked, and were wary, but said nothing, knowing that the Granger girl wouldn't bring something harmful in the school. Professor Trelawney began to speak, which only Lavender Brown, and Parvati Patil took seriously.

"Read your fortunes everyone, read them to your partner, ask them questions, seek the realm of the beyond, and answer them using your inner eye. Go now."

Harry and Ron and Hermione paired up, and read over their fortunes quickly, wanting a little goof off time in class.

"Hermione," Harry said, "You will have to make an important wardrobe this week, about red and green, which will give you two outcomes. Think carefully."

Hermione giggled, and reached for the round thing on her desk. She turned it so that the flat part was facing her, and said aloud, "Should I wear my green socks tomorrow or not?" She then proceeded to shake the little black things, and then looked down. "Damn, 'outlook not so good'. I really did want to wear those tomorrow too. They keep my toes warm. Perfect for December in the castle."

"Mione, you didn't."

"Didn't what Harry?"

"Bring something that stupid to Hogwarts."

"Well, I did. It'll serve me better in predicting my fuuture better than that fraud ever could, so why not?"

"I don't get it," Ron interjected, "What is that thing?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and laughed, "That Ronald," The brown haired girl said, "Is a Magic Eight Ball."

Looking at each other, Harry and Hermione laughed, drawing attention from the other students, though thankfully not the Professor.

Ron looked put out as he said, "What did I say?"

This only caused his two friends to start laughing even harder. When they calmed down, Hermione said, "Divination tool Ronald, muggle made. We'll tell you about it later after lunch."