Rita's quill was alarmed when an enormous cloud of dust formed after it dusted itself off. Rita hadn't been writing much as of late, not that the quill knew why. All it knew was that it had been relegated to the back of a dusty drawer for months. It had feared the worst, until yesterday evening when Rita opened the drawer and stuffed it back into her hideous crocodile skinned purse.
Oh! What's that I hear? It's a bit muffled, so it's hard to make it out. I'll do my best!
A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, so I'm sort of voice.
"Welcome," and said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."
Harry's immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect. From professor Chan moved into the fire light and they saw that she was very thin; and large glasses magnified her eyes the several times are natural, and she ripped and numerous chains and leads around the neck and arms, and hands were cress with bangles and rings.
"Set my children," she said, they'll come up with the optometrist or sinus. Her, round, and Hermione south and those are on the same table.
"Welcome to divination," to Professor Treana, who had Cedars and wing drum chair in front of the fire. "My name is Professor Trani. You may not have seen me before. I found that too often into the house, but of the main school class may cloud I."
The quill shuddered as the air nearby became nauseatingly sweet. I think someone got into the sherry a bit early today. That's awful. Did she bathe in perfume too?
"In the summer term," professor trying when I'm, "we shall progress to the crystal ball if we have finished with fireman, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by Nas about flu. I found myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever."
A very 10,000 fancy pronouncement, but Professor Tani I'm done aware of it.
"I wonder, dear," she said lavender Bram, who is near and shrink back in her chair, "if you could pass me the largest silver Tupa?"
Lavender, look in the relief, stood up, took an enormous chop in the shelf and put it down on the table in front of professor drawing.
"Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you were dreading -it will happen on Friday, 16 October."
Lavender Trumbull.
The quill stopped for a moment to hydrate itself with more ink, thankful that Rita had set her bag down in a hidden window ledge before transforming into a beetle. It hated when it got shrunk down alongside her. They were in much too close quarters when she did that.
"Right," Serranos. They both opened their books of pages five and six. "What can you see in mind?"
"A little soggy brown stuff," said Harry. The heavily perfume smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid.
"End your mind, my dear, and all of your eyes is passed Monday!" Professor true cried through the gloom.
Harry tried to pull himself together.
"Right, you've got a wonky sort of Crossy," side consulting I'm bugging the future. "That means you're going to have trials and suffering - sorry about that - but there's a thing that could be the sun. Hang on, that means great happiness... so you're going to suffer but be very very happy.
"You need your RRI testing, if you asked me" said Ron, and they both had the stuff for the last of Professor Treon gazed in the direction.
"My turn," wrong peered in Harry's 2 cup, forehead of so wrinkled with effort. "There's a bit blah blah a bowler hat," he said. "So maybe you're going to burrow for the Ministry of Magic..." he turned cup the air of the way up.
The quill startled at that. The Ministry of Magic... you don't say.
Professor Jelani, Wan, Harry, let out snort laughter.
"Let me see that, my dear," she said reprovingly wrong, swooping over and snatching from him. Everyone required to watch.
Professor Jen line with serenity heat up, routine and anticlockwise. "The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly ending me."
"But everyone knows that," said Hermi in a loud whisper. Professor Tani stared at her. "Well, they do," said Hermione. "Everybody knows about Harry and you know."
"The club… an attack. Dear, deer, this is not a happy cup..."
"I thought that was a bullet hack," said Ron sheepishly.
"The skull... danger in your path, my dear..." Everyone was staring, transfixed, at Professor Jelani, will give the cup final turn, guest, and then scream.
There was another tinkled, breaking China; Neville smashed his 2nd cup. Professor True singing into a vacant chair, her glittering handed her hard and her eyes closed.
"My dear boy, my poor dear boy, no, it is kinda not to say, no, don't ask me..."
"What is it, Professor?" Sian Thomas at once. Everyone I got to their feet, comments, they credited around here and round's stable, pressing closer to Professor Chani's chair to get a good luck at Carrie's cup.
"My dear," Professor Shani's huge eyes opened dramatically, "you have the Grim."
"The white?" said Harry.
Things got serious super quickly. Oh my. Poor dear. Well, there's nothing doing for that one. I have never seen anyone get away from the Grim. I'd better resettle before Rita comes back for me. Merlin knows I don't need her knowing that I freelance.