Forbidden Corridor - PG - Chapter 11: I Think, I Sink, and I Die - » Author: Sydella Shields
At the next Divinations class they were studying advanced palmistry. Angelica and Adalita were paired up together which they were thankful for, as even though they both enjoyed the arts of Divinations, Trelawney's lessons were something of a waste of time. Angelica was flipping pages of her book to find out what having a small mound of Jupiter meant, when Professor Trelawney came to inspect their work. But before Adalita could tell her about Angelica's increased mount of Mars, Trelawney gazed matter-of-factly at Angelica and said, "There's something you want to tell me about."
"Um, sorry, I don't know what you mean, Professor."
"No, my dear, you do, I am an expert at these things."
Several students snickered.
"Well, I um, I had a dream last night," Angelica said trying to shut Trelawney up.
The professor nodded. "Ah, a premonition, Go on."
"I, well, I was in this large room, but I think I was invisible, because no one noticed I was there..." She took a deep breath. "There. there, w-was this -- man, and he seemed to be unravelling, you know, coming undone, but in ribbon. A-and I couldn't help him or move at all."
A look of horror mixed with confusion came across Adalita and Trelawney's faces. Angelica didn't bother to look at the rest of the class, but the room had gone silent.
"My dear, you must have the blood of a gifted seer in you, for you have just predicted your own death. Well, our time is up," Trelawney finished and returned to her desk as the students solemnly packed up their things.
"You never told me about that!" whispered Adalita, once they had gotten out of the classroom.
"Well, I just dreamt it last night!" Angelica said, trying to keep from tears.
"Maybe you ought to go to Quirrell about this, Angie?"
Almost as if on cue, Snape appeared out of a trick bookcase. "And what would you be going to Quirrell about?" he hissed, cooly.
"We-well it has to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, sir," Adalita jumped in.
"And you would go to him for advice?" scoffed Snape.
The girls looked at each other, as Snape glared at them.
"Ad, Angie!" Jonathan shouted, turning around the corner, with Oliver at his side. They stopped short. "T-time for Herbology."
"Well, move on then. No use in idling now, is there?" The four students scurried off to the greenhouse and were only slightly late for their class.
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