last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh, and dear" -- she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up -- "after you've broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I'm rather attached to the pink."

Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, "One of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldn't mind... thank you. ... "

Amelia's face scrunched up at the taste of the tea. It was bitter. She thought that British people would have made good tea. When she was done she set her teacup down and swapped with Neville.

"Yours kind of looks like a flower," said Amelia as she flipped through the book. "Oh, my mistake. The book says that's a snowflake and that it means great dredged," Nevile frowned, "but also resilience. See you're going to be just fine," Amelia gave him a small pat on the back.

"Les see what yours says then shall we?" Neville picked up Amelia's cup and squinted at it turning it in different ways before he saw something. "A claw."

"Oh hell." Amelia cursed.

"And the book says a claw means..." Neville flipped through the book for a good minute before finding the page. "Great pain but also triumph. So you are going to be in pain but survive I guess?"

Amelia rested her head on the table and grained. "Not again! I already fell out of a tree!" Neville gave her a small pat on the back. 

When Harry and Ron had had their teacups filled, they went back to their table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly. They swilled the dregs around as Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped over.

"Right," said Ron as they both opened their books at pages five and six. "What can you see in mine?"

"A load of soggy brown stuff," said Harry. The heavily perfumed smoke in the room was making him feel sleepy and stupid.

"Broaden your minds, my dears, and allow your eyes to see past the mundane!" Professor Trelawney cried through the gloom.

Harry tried to pull himself together.

"Right, you've got a crooked sort of cross... " He consulted Unfogging 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 happy...."

"You're getting a girlfriend Ron. You will be missed," Amelia jocked. Ron shot her and Harry a glare. 

"You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me," said Ron, and they both had to stifle their laughs as Professor Trelawney gazed in their direction.

"My turn..." Ron peered into Harry's teacup, his forehead wrinkled with effort. "There's a blob a bit like a bowler hat," he said. "Maybe you're