face to the ball, so that it was reflected twice in her huge glasses. "Something moving... but what is it?" 

Harry was prepared to bet everything he owned, Including his Firebolt, that it wasn't good news, whatever it was. And sure enough --

 "My dear Professor Trelawney breathed, gazing up at Harry. "It is here, plainer than ever before... my dear, stalking toward you, growing ever closer... the Gr --" 

"Oh, for goodness' sake!" said Hermione loudly. "Not that ridiculous Grim again!"

Amelia sighed. "I agree with Hermione. If something was going to eat him, "She gestured to Harry with her thumb over her shoulder, "it would have by now. Honestly, if anyone is going to get eaten it would be Neville."

 Professor Trelawney raised her enormous eyes to Hermione's face. Parvati whispered something to Lavender, and they both glared at Hermione too. Professor Trelawney stood up, surveying Hermione with unmistakable anger. 

"I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don't remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly mundane." 

Amelia gasped raising her hands to her mouth in comical shock.

There was a moment's silence. Then -- 

"Fine!" said Hermione suddenly, getting up and cramming Unfogging the Future back into her bag. "Fine!" she repeated, swinging the bag over her shoulder and almost knocking Ron off his chair. "I give up! I'm leaving!" 

And to the whole class's amazement, Hermione strode over to the trapdoor, kicked it open, and climbed down the ladder out of sight.

 It took a few minutes for the class to settle down again. Professor Trelawney seemed to have forgotten all about the Grim. She turned abruptly from Harry, Ron, and Amelia's table, breathing rather heavily as she tugged her gauzy shawl more closely to her.

 "Ooooo!" said Lavender suddenly, making everyone start. "Ooooo, Professor Trelawney, I've just remembered! You saw her leaving, didn't