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—Ronald Weasley—

Okay, Divination is a flop. Professor Trelawney is a fraud.

I believe the whole Grim idea, I really do, seriously. I mean, my uncle Charlie saw it and died less than twenty-four hours later!

I know Neville believed it too. He was seemed so upset about it and didn't even come to lunch with us. I don't blame him. Like I said, I believe it too.

But what I don't believe is that Professor Trelawney actually saw it in the cup. I'm pretty sure that she's just being dramatic.

Plus, if her shop is like muggle places where wannabe seers are, I can't see how it's effective.

Maybe Hermione made the right choice by not taking this class.

I'll admit, I was a bit spooked at first. She was taking it so seriously and all. I saw that she seemed rather surprised when she looked into their cups and maybe even a bit curious.

When Nico burst out laughing then I was a little surprised. Neville was putting his face in his hands and trying not to look at anybody, but then Luna burst out laughing too and was all like, "Oh, that's hilarious! And I supposed the Nargles will swoop down and kiss him goodbye, too!"

That statement was so ridiculous, about as ridiculous as the whole dramatic prophecy Professor Trelawney, so I started laughing too. Lavender and Parvati (you can tell they practically worshipped Professor Trelawney) were staring at us like we were crazy, but they started laughing too. Harry joined it saying something between laughs like, "—seriously—Grim—in a cup—crazy—".

When absolutely everyone was laughing, I figured I couldn't stand anymore of this lesson and yelled (since if I didn't yell I'll just start laughing again), "Oh! We're going to be late for our next lesson!"

So when Hermione sat down beside us at lunch and asked us how was Divination, me and Harry started laughing again.

"What's so funny?" she asked, obviously miffed.

Harry looked to me but I was already chomping down my chicken half because it was good and half to stop my laughter so he sighed and told her.

Hermione snickered. "Oh, that's ridiculous! But now I feel better about missing that class, honestly." then she looked around and said, "Where is Nico then?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Hermione obviously has a crush on Nico, even though he's two years younger than her.

"He went back to the dorm to get something." Harry said. The disappointment was showing evidently on her face.

"Oh." she said. Harry looked at me and I shrugged at him.

After lunch (Nico didn't show up at all, which was odd) we were on our way back up to the dorm when we bumped into Wood.

"Harry! Just the person I wanted to see!" he said.

Harry smiled at him. "Hi Wood. What is it?"

"I just wanted to let you know that Quidditch practices starttomorrow, every Wednesday and Saturday."

"What?" said Hermione. "You're practising already?"

Wood nodded excitedly. "Quidditch matches are starting early this year! Gryffindor against Ravenclaw next Friday!"

"That's awesome!" I yelled.

Hermione looked shocked. "Goodness, that's early!"

Wood grinned. "Harry, I'm hoping to win the Quidditch cup this year, I know I can count on you but don't slack off, okay?"

Harry nodded, looking nervous and excited.

Wood clapped him on the shoulder then left in the way we came.

Hermione still looked a bit appalled as we continued to the common room, then she smiled. "Harry, you'll get to show Nico all about Quidditch!"

I stared at her. "Why would he need to do that?"

Hermione sighed. "Nico doesn't know anything about Quidditch, apparently."

Harry nodded. "I asked him whether he played Quidditch or something in Charms and he just looked at me and said, 'What's Quidditch?'"

I frowned. "How can he not know what Quidditch is?" Nico was nice whenever I was talking to him and stuff but he was still pretty suspicious.

Hermione shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe his camp and parents just didn't say anything about Quidditch. Maybe America isn't that big on it. I'll look it up!" she announced, stopping as we were going past the library. After we just kept walking, she decided to follow us. "After dinner."