Divination (All Students start here)

[Professor Sybil Trelawney]

" Oh god," Sybil hacked and coughed as she breathed in the thick incense that floated in the air. " Oh god, can hardly breath in here..." she muttered absent mindedly to herself as she began to open one of the windows in her room. Sybil struggled for a few moments with the window until it finally popped open. Losing her balance, she teetered precariously near the window. She caught herself on the side of the opening just barely. Standing back up, she fixed her glances that were now askew on her face and fluffed her frizzy hair. " Too much sherry," she muttered again and went back to her small shawl covered table where a dark red liquid sat in a mug. Taking a large sip, she settled in her purple velor armchair.

After a few moments, students began to pile into the stuff classroom. " Welcome students to our first class. Could you please turn to page 145 in your books? There should be a numerology chart there. Please begin looking that over while the other students settle in. You there," she pointed to a young Ravenclaw girl, " could you please open that window over there? It's awfully stuffy." Sybil took another drink out of her mug and settled back for a moment.

(( I didn't get much of a reply when I posted the class up in the owls section. Depending how much attendence there is, I may end up breaking you up into years.))

[Dresden Amnell R3]

Dresden sat in a bean bag chair, gagging at the smell of incense. She had no idea why she had bothered signing up for this class the previous year; it had been either this, or or ancient runes, and the knut that she had used to flip for which class to take, had landed in favour of divination. Watching Professor Trelawny from across the room, she whispered to the person beside her. "So what bet did you lose to end up in this class?", she joked.

The professor turned her attention from the windows she had been opening to lessen the smell, to the class sitting before her. Dresden searched through her divination book to find page 145. She had just found it when Trelawny asked someone to open a window. Looking up, she realized that she was the one being talked to. "Yes ma'am, right away." Dresden sat her book on the floor and pushed herself out of the chair. Going over to the closest window, she pushed up her sleeves and gripped the window sill. After fighting with it a few seconds, the window became unjammed, and she moved back to her seat, waiting for the lesson to go on.

[Danny McKay G5]

“Finally.” He said making his way to divinations. Besides DADA this was his favorite class for just one reason. Professor Sybil Trelawney, the lady was weird beyond belief and he believed on the edge of craziness. Also he liked divination, seeing the future sounded fun to him all tea leaves and crystal balls. As he kept thinking on his way to class he couldn’t help but laugh. Even as he walked to her class room the smell of incense was everywhere. That was just another sigh that you were close to her class room. Danny made it to the door but the incense was so strong it kept him outside for awhile. “What did she do burn down a how field of incense sticks or something.” He said then made his way into the classroom.

Danny toke a seat in the middle and pulled out his book and opened it but didn’t read anything. He was too focused on trying to find a way to get rid of all this blasted incense. There had to be spell to get rid of all of it be he couldn’t think of any. He just sat there and waited for the class to being.

[madamjoan]

Carlin looked down at her timetable to see what he had. It was Divination. Not her favourite lesson, she couldn't deny it. She sighed and made her way up to the tower, dusting her robes off as she went. She looked outside the windows up the stairs as she went, the beautiful low sky reflecting on the dark lake looked magnificant.

Carlin had never taken to Trelawney as much as some of her friends had, she just seemed a little up her self, which was a shame as Carlin liked her sense of "randomness". As she pulled open the door, she was greeted with a great waft of insense. Carlin coughed her way to her seat, where she flopped onto. She looked around, taking her last cough. Only two pupils were there, which was nice as she knew she couldn't be late.

[Kitty Swann]

God, could the climb be any longer? Not to mention steep and dreadfully frustrating! Kitty's breathing became labored as she made her way toward the Divination classroom. It was diffinately no longer her favorite class. At the beginning she had thoroughly enjoyed the fantasy of seeing into the future, but as the year had gone on, she had realized that it was nigh impossible. Trelawney believed she could See and that was all fine and dandy for her, but when it came to Kitty, she only saw loads of nothing. And it didn't help that she had to go though all this trouble just to get to the dang class. Sighing, Kitty wiped her forhead which was starting to bead with sweat, and continued the climb, going faster and faster as she figured time was running out.

When she finally got to the landing, she was out-of-breath and the strap to her bag was digging into her shoulder relentlessly. "Whew!" she whispered, rubbing her hands together. She looked up and sure enough saw the ladder leading up to the Divination classroom. Kitty waited a few moments to cool herself down before climbing up the ladder and entering the classroom. As it turns out, she wished she had stayed down on the landing longer. Not only was it incredibly stuffy, but it smelled. Bad. Kitty hated that smell, and it was only too hard to breathe it in. What if someone was alergic to this? And what was the purpose anyway? She rolled her eyes and took a seat right next to the windows. She would need to breathe and the slight breeze coming in was sure to help her.

Unloading her bag, Kitty set everything on the table in front of her before turning to the window and letting the breeze play with her hair and tickle her face.

[ames]

How she got herself up that morning was a mystery to Amelia. Her depression had become so much that she usually skipped her morning classes and slept. With a sigh, Amelia had gotten dressed, threw her brown hair into a pony-tail, didn't bother with make-up, and was off to breakfast. She barely ate, marely poking at her food. She was off to Divination after that.

Two weeks had passed since her mother's accident and it had been quite hard on Amelia to find out her mother was dead. If she could just go back in time and warn her mother... but it was no use. Time Turners were never handed out to students. Amelia even doubted the rumors about Hermione Granger having one.

She sighed once more as she walked up the millions of stairs to the North Tower for Divination. The steps seemed to go on forever. She was feeling dizzy already and she hadn't even entered Trelawney's classroom, yet! She was panting by the time she reached the entrance to the classroom. She finally got inside, stumbling. She took a deep breath, but gagged a bit. The air was polluted with incense so strong one couldn't breath! Amelia gasped her air, breathing in the strong smell. Through the smokey air, Amelia saw Danny. She walked over to him, sitting in the bean bag chair next to him.

"Hey Danny," Amelia said in a soft voice. She hadn't spoken very much lately and when she did, her voice sounded unused and cracky.

[Maryn Livley]

Maryn made her way through the halls. She had been feeling so much better lately. Really, Maryn was tired of feeling sorry for herself. She couldn't be upset forever, right? True, Maryn was still weak, but she had to manage. Maryn would force herself to manage. Trough everything, Maryn would like to think it all made her stronger. Even if this might not be true, Maryn tried hard to make it true. She walked in the halls letting her light brown hair move behind her through her brisk walk. She didn't want to be late for class and it seemed if she waited too much longer she would be. Maryn glanced around her in the hall. She didn't see one friendly face. Typical. She had wanted to be away from her friends ever since Leon died, and now she needed them, but they didn't seem to be around. Maryn felt as if she needed to be away with them following Leon's death and now, where were they? Maryn looked through the crowd of students, but not one face of friendship was found. Maryn slung her head low as she eyed the ground as she walked. She was off to Divination Class, but Maryn really didn't know why. Really, she didn't have to take the class, but she really didn't mind it. Professor Trelawney was a bit, um different, but Maryn didn't care. She just wished her friends were around to join in the class with her, but of course they seemed absent as Maryn had been over the past few months.

Maryn entered the Divination Room. She glanced around at the students. She noticed a few people she knew like Dresden. She also two older Gryffindors named Danny and Amelia. However, noticing Kitty, a Hufflepuff fifth year, Maryn took a seat next to her. Maryn had formally met the girl at the first Transfiguration Lesson of the year. She gave Kitty the best bright smile she could muster. "Hello Kitty." She said in Maryn's old kind tone. This tone was gone from Maryn for a while, but she was just now getting used to having it back. Maryn looked at Professor Trelawney as she talked. She took her Divination Book from her bag and turned to page 145 as instructed. Maryn looked down at the pages in front of her for a moment and then her eyes went to the entrance to the room. She was curious as to what other people would be joining the class.

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy's gloom was usually preordained before Divination lessons. It was hard not to be grumpy when you knew you were destined... doomed to spend more than an hour suffocating in a room with no fresh air and even less common, understandable sense. But strangely these usual thoughts of Ivy's didn't feature today - she was feeling optimistic and lively, ready to take on the world. She was actually smiling as she began to climb the silver spindly ladder to reach the finishing post of her journey to the Divination classroom, but the sheer heady power of the incense that engulfed her as soon as her head cleared the trapdoor was enough to nearly knock her straight back down again. Phwoar, it was strong today. Ivy recovered herself quickly and finished her ascent to the classroom, resigning herself to the fact she was about to get the headache but still maintaining her positive outlook on the day - after all, after this lesson, there would be no more classes today! And she didn't have piles of homework for once - no, life was fine and dandy, just with the hiccup (Ivy glanced at Trelawney surreptitiously as she thought this) of Divination in the middle of it.

Even in the best of moods Ivy was too shy to take on more than one person that she didn't know very well all at once. Of course she knew Kitty pretty well, but they weren't particularly good friends so she didn't know her inside out, so Ivy was still shy around her. And the girl she was sitting next to Ivy didn't know at all. So Ivy just smiled and waved at her dormmate as she took a seat near one of the open (wow, the windows were actually open for once?) windows. She nearly fell backwards off the beanbag chair, forgetting as she sat down that it had no back support and so leaning back wasn't really a good idea. She laughed to herself a little and slumped forward instead, sinking a little further into the infuriating surface that would never just stay still like a simple chair would. Then again, it wasn't one of the nearly-collapsed armchairs she usually ended up sitting in, so Ivy stared (and breathed) out of the window at the grounds as she waited for the lesson to start, and, as it was surely inevitable eventually, to end.

[aggielover123]

Coughing Morgan felt a hand on her shoulder as she woke up from the horrible sleep she had been having. She was sick. Again. It was disgusting really. After spending a day out in the cold playing soccer she he had caught something from a near bye drifter who had walked past her. Though she was unsure who it had been she was mad at a lot of everyone. “Thanks.” she muttered as she stood up and looked into the tall mirror that stood beside her bed and bedside table. She saw a tall blonde with sick yellow skin, big red puffy and swollen eyes and swollen tonsils when she opened her mouth. Groaning she walked to the bathroom, which she had previously stocked with her showering stuff, and locked the doors to be alone.


After a quick hot shower she saw no difference in her reflection so she just found a pair of oversized sunglasses, using her wand she just made her skin go pale instead of keeping yellow skin, and then threw on her school robes. Her hair falling tangled and air dried beside her face she whipped her wand passed it and untangled it and added tints of brown and black into it. Deciding it looked okay she left her hair down so she could go and throw on a pair of boots and just go. Doing just this she grabbed her book bag and headed toward the divination tower, hoping to get a seat in the back so she could go back to sleep.


Trying to smile, but only feeling her lips crack, Morgan saw that she could definitely sit in the back. There was practically an empty classroom. Making sure not to look at anyone she went and sat down in the very back of the room. “….page one forty-five.” Morgan heard Professor Trelawney say. Groaning Morgan did this and pulled out a bit of parchment and a quill wondering if she could pull off sleeping.

[Professor Sybil Trelawney]

Seeing that most of the students had arrived, Sybil raised her hands in the air and said, " Settle down class. Settle down." Silence finally fell on the class. "Today, we are studying the art of numerology. Numerology is a different type of astrology that we use to predict a person's future. Now, how does numerology work? What do we use to get our subject's correct number?"

[Dresden Amnell R3]

Dresden looked down at page 145...or at least where 145 should be. Flipping a couple pages before it, and a couple pages past it, she realized her book was missing 2 pages out of it. Well, I guess this is what you get when you buy a used book. Dresden didn't want to buy a new book for divination until she had decided if she liked it. If she decided to drop the course (which she had thought of), then it would have been a waste of her money.

Dresden glanced around the room. No one was talking. No one was sitting beside her either, so looking at someone else's book without having the professor notice would be hard too...But now that she had that idea in her head, she realized that the professor wasn't exactly the smartest crayon in the box.

Dresden raised her hand. If she was going to pretend to have the missing pages, she could at least make an attempt at answering the question.

[Professor Sybil Trelawney]

Sybil looked around the room and saw only one hand go up into the air. " Yes, dear. Your answer please?"

[Professor Sybil Trelawney]

After a few moments of silence, the young Ravenclaw girl was unable to give a suitable answer. " Eh, so sorry dear. Anyone else?" She waited for someone to shout out the answer.

[Melody Bang-Bala G6]

Melody hated going along corridors by herself. The more deserted the corridors became, the more nervous she got. And she knew she was already running slightly late, and that the tower the Divination classroom was in was nearly always deserted, with just the portraits for company. When she was jumpy, they often startled her, although she did her best not to show it outwardly considering how silly being frightened by a painting - even a living painting - was. She was almost considering not setting out at all; having made herself later by trying to find someone to go with her (that was stupid too considering she didn't really have any close friends) there was no way there would be anyone around by now. And quietly diligent though she usually was at making sure she attended every one of her classes, she just didn't want to subject herself to that tingling in the tips of icy cold fingers, or the forcibly restrained knocking knees. It was silly, again, that it should have had this effect on her - she was, after all, a Gryffindor - but somehow, it had. Now she had to try to lessen the consequences bit by bit. Melody looked at the few sixth and seventh years that had their free periods now and hoped they wouldn't decide to compel her outside the Common Room.

Then a ginger fur ball stretched itself out over her legs, and she couldn't believe that she'd forgotten one of her oldest friends. It was more dogs than cats that people associated with being faithful, but as far as Melody was concerned, Boris was as faithful as she could ever have wanted. He'd been a reliable source of company ever since she started at the school, and the year before that too since that was when he'd first become a part of the Bang-Bala family. "Ee, Boris, thoo get 'eavier by t'day!" she exclaimed as she heaved herself up from the cardboard box she'd been sitting on, picking him up and taking him with her. "C'mon, we've a lesson to get to, an' we're late already!" she told him. So it was that she entered the Divination classroom, her bunches slightly limp and with a ginger tom-cat in her arms. But she hadn't felt scared on the way - that was the main thing. Getting here hadn't been a trial apart from all the running which Boris had taken objection to to say the least. As well he might.

Melody slowed down as she clambered onto the floor of the Divination classroom, ending on her hands and knees with a complete lack of grace. Boris was glad to be free and promptly chose a bean bag to sleep on. Melody didn't consider the fact that she could only be considered more weird after having brought her cat to class. She did wonder though whether the reasons were obvious to everyone, and especially glanced at Professor Trelawney. With her 'powers' she should presumably have already known Melody's passage to class, if such a mundane thing was important to her. She seemed to Melody to prefer predicting small, inconsequential things as long as she was not set on uncovering some momentous event in some version of the future. So maybe she would know. Melody took a seat herself, not too far from Boris, and immediately put her hand up to answer the question she'd heard as she made her somewhat undignified entrance.

"Well thoo'll use 'ooever's date o' birth, an' their full name as well. Birth name, that is," she clarified. "Aye, an' each letter o' their name corresponds to a number, so then thoo add 'em all up an' do some fancy cancellin' stuff, until thoo end up with numbers that'll tell thoo things like tha 'destiny', inner leanings, an' other stuff like that. An thoo'll get tha personality traits an' what sort o' things thoo're goin' to do in life through tha birth date. It's that sort o' thing, any road."

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

As Melody walked in, and made her fabulous entrance, Patricia snickered with delight. Melody went and sat down right in front of Patricia, who whispered to the person next her “miraculous recovery she has made hasn’t she, out of the insane asylum and all’’ she chuckled only loud enough for Melody to hear and a few other students as well. She then leaned over to Melody’s ear after she said her answer to the class. “Nice entrance love, it is amazing how they let you out this soon'’ she then leaned back in the chair and listened to the lesson

[Professor Sybil Trelawney]

" That is correct, dear. Ten points to Gryffindor." Giving the girl a rare smile, she then turned to the Slytherin who had made the rather rude whispered comment. " Dear, next time you decide to hurl insults, you should whisper them a little softer. She may of barged in here like a herd of elephants, but she did give a correct answer. That at least shows she was paying attention in class. Anyways, ten points from Slytherin." Turning back to the class. " With this in mind, everyone please break up into pairs to read each other's fates with the numerology charts."

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia looked at the professor and her jaw dropped. “we-----“ She stopped, she didn’t want to lose more house points, She had lost enough at is. With the whole, forbidden forest thing. “Yes ma’am” She put her head down, hiding behind her curls. “Just wait till after class” she thought. That Gryffendork or whatever will get what is coming to her.

[Harmony Chan H6]

((I hope it’s okay if I join this.))

Harmony had noticed that she was the only second year in the classroom immediately. Shyness wrapped its hazy tendrils around her and she shrunk to become one with the wall and remain invisible from her position in the back corner of the currently incense-scented room. Trying and failing to block out the strong smells which every now and again made her want to gag, Harmony attempted to concentrate on what the professor was saying, her head bent low as to avoid eye contact. So far she was slightly bored (and dying from the fumes) and feeling kind of lonely. She didn’t hate Divination, but Professor Trelawney was such a strange woman, and the lessons were conducted in a… what Harmony could only describe was an uneducational way.

When the fourth year Gryffindor had burst in, speaking loudly in a prominent Yorkshire accent, Harmony found herself smiling at her antics and big grin. She seemed nice, though Harmony didn’t know her name. However, when the professor scolded someone, she was completely lost to the happenings around her. With a rare frustrated sigh, Harmony rested her fatigued head against the palm of her hand and tried to keep up with the goings on in the lesson, though right now she could barely care less anymore. Yup, Divination was the only thing in the world which could make her feel like this.

[Patrica Dawsinson S3]

Patricia felt utterly guilty, how could she lose another ten points, she just lost 110 with Rachel for sneaking out, and now another ten for saying something to that little stupid girl. "What is happening to the world" she thought, and a Confused looked spread accross her face.

Never in her life was she this bad at what she did. Her face finally regained its color and she went back to the lesson. She was going to get that stupid girl back for what happened. She defiantly was

[Ivy Tunstall]

Ivy listened to the goings on of the lesson with only vague interest. Her mind was on other things - notably right now she was thinking back to a conversation she'd had with Charlie. He tended to tease her lightly, making her blush or roll her eyes at the time but laugh afterwards. And it was more pleasant to amuse herself by thinking back over that than paying attention to her surroundings right now. The air was rather heavy with incense, so it was good not to focus on it. Having the time to think about your problems only made you suffer more from them. Her dreamy reverie was interrupted as someone came into the class late. She smiled at the girl's confidence, even though she didn't think the subject that she was informing them about sounded to be of particular interest. Failure had taught her to be a little skeptical about Divination classes.

She was vaguely aware of a small amount of trouble, and glanced uneasily at the Slytherin from whom Professor Trelawney had taken points. As a Prefect, it was Ivy's responsibility to try to prevent trouble. She sighed a little inwardly as she realised they were going to have to do some work that would probably be just as opaque to her as the crystal ball always was. She glanced around for someone to work with, and noticed a smaller Hufflepuff in a dark corner of the room. Ivy picked up her textbook and went over to join her.
"Hi," she said, greeting her with a smile. "I'm Ivy... I think I'm a bit older than you. If you were a bit younger than you are I'd've guided you back to the Common Room on your first day here. But you don't mind me working with you, I hope?" She stared down at the textbook and tried to make some sense of what they were supposed to be doing, not really feeling too much need to listen for an affirmative response. "Right..." she said, frowning down at the print which was a lot harder to see here than it had been in the light near the window, "Well it says here what you need to know is someone's full name and their date of birth and..." she frowned once again, "... there's a whole load of complicated stuff but I don't see any need to worry about that right now. The basics are quite enough to fluster me in this subject. So my birthday's the 1st of April... not exactly the best birthday for someone who doesn't like pranks." she expanded with a friendly smile. "1983 that is. So can you see what that's supposed to tell you about me?" she asked, glancing to check that the other girl had a textbook too and didn't need Ivy's sharing with her.

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