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SnapDragon on December 3, 2025, 3:37 am
Trelawney sat on the floor of her dimly lit classroom, legs-crossed on a cozy hide. It had been a busy couple of months since she ended up in a book, living the life of the whimsical Hogwarts professor.
The daily chores never seemed to end. During the daytime she was preparing for classes, teaching, and marking assignments. The grind continued in the evening, with practicing spells, occlumency and divination.
The dull rhythm was occasionally broken by a meeting with her fellow travelers, which she hosted during pretense detentions, or by the staff meetings, that were compulsory even for the teachers of minor subjects.
She had taken to avoiding the staff room and the Great Hall at large. Quirrell always started pestering her about prophesies, if she had the misfortune to encounter him alone. She wasn’t sure if he was a legilimens, and she had no intentions of testing her occlumency skills by challenging him.
It was bad enough that she had to encounter Snape and Dumbledore on regular basis. Avoiding eye contact when wearing gigantic magnifying glasses on your nose was almost impossible.
Now she directed the glasses towards the table in front of her. From her position on the floor, Trelawney leaned forward and removed the velvet cloth covering her clearest crystal ball. The hard practice had paid off, and she was more often than not able to see faces and scenes appearing in the swirls of the crystal. So far, she hadn’t seen anything she could relate to the book, but she persistently kept looking for clues about the future.
Today the swirls immediately materialized into sharp images. Images of her fellow travelers, facing off with a troll in the dungeon.
She gasped, and the vision dissolved into mist.
Was the vision real and were her friends in trouble? Had it already happened? Was it yet to happen? Or was it a mere possibility of what could come to be?
Shit, today was Halloween! She almost pushed the table over, struggling to quickly get on her feet.
She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be at dinner.
Well, going to dinner was probably a waste of time by now. It was about to be interrupted by Quirrell at any moment.
Instead, Trelawney grabbed her wand and made a beeline for the dungeons.
@jaysm
Trelawney sat on the floor of her dimly lit classroom, legs-crossed on a cozy hide. It had been a busy couple of months since she ended up in a book, living the life of the whimsical Hogwarts professor.
The daily chores never seemed to end. During the daytime she was preparing for classes, teaching, and marking assignments. The grind continued in the evening, with practicing spells, occlumency and divination.
The dull rhythm was occasionally broken by a meeting with her fellow travelers, which she hosted during pretense detentions, or by the staff meetings, that were compulsory even for the teachers of minor subjects.
She had taken to avoiding the staff room and the Great Hall at large. Quirrell always started pestering her about prophesies, if she had the misfortune to encounter him alone. She wasn’t sure if he was a legilimens, and she had no intentions of testing her occlumency skills by challenging him.
It was bad enough that she had to encounter Snape and Dumbledore on regular basis. Avoiding eye contact when wearing gigantic magnifying glasses on your nose was almost impossible.
Now she directed the glasses towards the table in front of her. From her position on the floor, Trelawney leaned forward and removed the velvet cloth covering her clearest crystal ball. The hard practice had paid off, and she was more often than not able to see faces and scenes appearing in the swirls of the crystal. So far, she hadn’t seen anything she could relate to the book, but she persistently kept looking for clues about the future.
Today the swirls immediately materialized into sharp images. Images of her fellow travelers, facing off with a troll in the dungeon.
She gasped, and the vision dissolved into mist.
Was the vision real and were her friends in trouble? Had it already happened? Was it yet to happen? Or was it a mere possibility of what could come to be?
Shit, today was Halloween! She almost pushed the table over, struggling to quickly get on her feet.
She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be at dinner.
Well, going to dinner was probably a waste of time by now. It was about to be interrupted by Quirrell at any moment.
Instead, Trelawney grabbed her wand and made a beeline for the dungeons.
@jaysm
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