[Mia and Ron sit on fat little pouffes in a murky, incense-laden room, along with Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender and others. A crimson scrim flutters and Sybil Trelawney, Divination Professor, glides dramatically into view, eyes huge and bug-like behind enormous glasses.] Professor Trelawney: Welcome, my children. In this room, you shall explore the mysterious art of Divination. In this room, you shall discover if you possess...

Everyone in the Hall immediately identified her as Professor Trelawney, from her eccentric style and air of mystique.

Professor Trelawney: ... the Sight. Hello. I am Professor Trelawney. Together, we shall cast ourselves into the future. But know this. One either has the Gift or not. It cannot be divined from the pages of a book. Books only cloud one's Inner Eye.

"Dramatic, isn't it?" Sirius quietly remarked, arching an eyebrow and smirking. Those nearby who caught his comment couldn't help but burst into laughter, the lightheartedness of the moment brightening the atmosphere.

Ron leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and retorted, "You really have no clue." His tone was teasing, a playful jab that hinted at the countless escapades they had experienced together.

Mia, with a cheerful grin that lit up her face, chimed in, "Honestly, just thinking about that class still cracks me up." She shook her head.

Ginny, looking genuinely puzzled, "Wait, where's Hermione?" Her brow furrowing in confusion.

The trio exchanged a conspiratorial glance, their eyes sparkling with shared amusement and a hint of mystery. With a synchronized grin, they replied in unison, "You'll find out soon enough,"

Hermione: (under her breath) What rubbish.

"Where did you just appear from?" George asked, his face revealing a mix of confusion and surprise as he glanced around.

"You weren't here a moment ago, were you?" Fred added, tilting his head as if trying to piece together the mystery of her sudden appearance.

"Wow, how on earth did you pull that off?" Tonks exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder as she scrutinized the blushing witch, who was desperately attempting to conceal herself.

Many onlookers exchanged puzzled expressions, their gazes flicking between the flustered girl and the small crowd, trying to understand what had just happened. The witch's attempts to disappear only seemed to make her blush brighter, drawing even more attention.

Mia, noticing her friend's plight, shot her a warm smile filled with encouragement, which prompted a shy, yet genuine smile in return from the embarrassed girl. The bond of friendship shone through as their eyes met.

"Just hang tight," Mia said cheerfully, her smile radiating excitement. "I'm pretty sure you'll all find out what's going on very soon." Her tone was playful, filled with a sense of mystery and anticipation that made everyone curious about what was about to unfold.

[Ron spins. Frowns at Hermione.]
Ron: Where'd you come from?

Most of the group erupted in laughter, amused by Ron's stunned expression and the incredulity evident in his tone.

His face flushed a deep red, his embarrassment only making the laughter grow louder.

"That's exactly what the rest of us would like to find out too!"

Hermione: Me? I've been here all along.

"Yeah, right," Crabbe chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he leaned back, arms crossed.

"No, you definitely weren't," Pansy piped up, her voice ringing with certainty and disdain, making it clear she wasn't buying her story.

"We saw it all unfold right in front of us, Granger. Just admit it," Draco snapped, his frustration boiling over as he pointed an accusatory finger at her.

Mia rolled her eyes in exasperation, hardly surprised by their antics but keenly aware of the tension building in the room.

Umbridge, in the corner, practically radiated delight at the opportunity to dig up any dirt on the trio, her eyes gleaming like a hawk spotting its prey.

"Yes, Miss Granger. I urge you to clarify for everyone," Umbridge said, relishing the moment as she leaned forward, feigning sweetness.

"You'll see it unfold yourself, Professor," Mia shot back defiantly, her glare piercing as she faced Umbridge. "Isn't that the whole point of this absurd spectacle? Of watching my life on a screen? To ensure every detail and question is addressed?"

The two locked eyes in a silent battle of will, the hatred palpable between them before Umbridge finally broke the gaze, turning her attention back to the screen, while the rest of the room held its breath, eager for the revelation that was about to unfold. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and tension, a testament to the ongoing conflict brewing just beneath the surface.

Professor Trelawney: (spinning on Neville) You, boy! Is your grandmother well?
Neville: I... I think so.
Professor Trelawney: I wouldn't be so sure of that.

Many of the teachers exchanged knowing glances, mentally shaking their heads at their fellow professor's behavior. Some murmured quietly among themselves,

Professor Trelawney: (pausing by Ron) What do you see in Miss. Potter's cup, Mr. Weasley?
Ron: Well. She's got a wonky sort of cross -- that's trials and suffering.

"Already knew that," Ron said with a knowing smirk, a flash of nostalgia crossing his face as memories of their past adventures flooded back to him.

Ron: But this lot here could be the sun -- that's great happiness. So... she's going to suffer but be very happy about it

"No offense, but I could've told you that with the tea leaves," Hermione replied dryly, crossing her arms with a hint of a smirk.

"Old news," Mia chimed in, her tone nonchalant as she glanced around the room, fully aware of the dynamics at play.

Dean, looking puzzled, furrowed his brow and asked, "What are you talking about?" His confusion was evident, and he glanced between the trio, expecting an explanation.

A moment of silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken understanding and shared memories that only they could fully appreciate.

"You'll see," Hermione finally said, her voice tinged with mystery and assurance.

The atmosphere buzzed with intrigue as everyone leaned in, eager to find out what revelations lay ahead, while Ron, Mia, and Hermione exchanged knowing glances, fully aware that the unfolding drama was just the beginning.

[Professor Trelawney takes the cup, peers inside, and gasps.]
Professor Trelawney: Ahhh!

Almost everyone jumped up in their seats at Trelawney's sudden movement and exclamation, her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost.

Seamus held his hand over his heart, trying to slow its rapid thumping. "I forgot that happened," he gasped, still a bit shaken.

"Everyone really needs to stop doing that. Immediately," he added, glancing around at his friends, clearly still rattled.

"Stop doing what?" Dean asked, looking puzzled as he turned to Seamus.

"Scaring the living daylights out of us, and giving us several heart attacks," Seamus replied, a hint of urgency in his voice.

Many of their peers looked contemplative, some sharing mental conversations as they processed the statement, heads bobbing slowly in agreement.

"But what scared her so badly?" Sirius questioned, raising an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued.

"You," Mia answered flatly, her tone deadpan.

"What?" many voices echoed, a chorus of confusion filling the room.

"Just watch," Mia sighed in defeat, resigned to the chaos that was about to unfold.

The anticipation thickened as all eyes turned to Trelawney, waiting to see what would happen next, each moment teetering between dread and excitement.

"Seriously, what did I even do?" Sirius asked, scratching his head, confusion written all over his face. The tension was palpable as Mia shook her head lightly, her expression half-amused and half-exasperated.

Mia leaned over him and whispered. "Didn't you hear? You're apparently one of the omens,"

"Great, just what I need," Sirius muttered under his breath, trying to mask his unease with a smile.

Parvati: What is it, Professor? [Trelawney regards Mia with a mixture of pity and fear.]
Professor Trelawney: My dear girl... You have the Grim.

The entire Hall reacted with gasps as murmurs and quiet chatter erupted among the students.

Seamus: The Grin? What's the Grin?

Scoffs echoed through the room at the mispronunciation, sharp and incredulous. A few students rolled their eyes, exchanging knowing smirks as they whispered to one another, clearly amused by the slip.

Parvati: The Grim. Not the grin, you idiot.
Dean: But what does it mean, Professor?
Lavender: 'The Grim..." [All turn, see Lavender bent over her textbook.] 'Taking the form of a giant spectral dog, it is among the darkest omens in our world. It is an omen... of death.'

Sirius blinked in realization, his expression shifting from casual indifference to wide-eyed surprise. "Oh," he murmured, the word escaping almost breathlessly.

Around him, almost everyone appeared bewildered, eyebrows knitting together and mouths slightly agape, but they remained quiet, their curiosity piqued. Some exchanged glances, confusion etched on their faces.

[Mia peers into her cup. The tea leaves shift. The dog disappears. And a new image emerges slowly... After the class is finished the trio emerge from the bridge and make their way toward Hagrid's hut. The Whomping Willow looms in the distance.]
Hermione: Death omens. Honestly. If you ask me, Divination's a very wooly discipline.

"It's been nearly two years, and I'm still convinced this is all a load of rubbish," Hermione declared with a loud scoff, her voice cutting through the murmurs in the room, completely unfazed by the presence of the Divination teacher or anyone else nearby.

Dean shot her a bewildered look, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Then why did you sign up for it?" he asked, genuinely perplexed.

Hermione shot him a fierce glare, her eyes narrowing, making Dean fidget uncomfortably in his seat as he quickly averted his gaze, not wanting to face the intensity of her expression.

Inside, however, Hermione found herself grappling with that very same question, her mind swirling in uncertainty as she pondered her own motivations for choosing such a dubious subject.

Hermione: Now Ancient Runes. That's a fascinating subject.
Mia: Ancient Runes? Exactly how many classes are you taking this term?
Hermione: A fair few.

The unexpected revelation left everyone, including several bewildered teachers, utterly confused, as the class schedules had remained unchanged for years, casting a shadow of disbelief over the room.

"How on earth is that even possible?" Nott exclaimed, his shrill voice cutting through the murmurs like a knife, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he eagerly searched for any opportunity to catch Hermione in a mistake, silently hoping for some scandal to unfold.

"What's going on?" a wide-eyed first-year piped up, genuinely perplexed and clearly struggling to grasp the significance of the heated exchange occurring around her. She glanced back and forth between the older students, confusion etched on her innocent face.

"Ancient Runes and Divination are scheduled at the same time. How can anyone possibly attend both classes?" Colin explained patiently to the bewildered first-year, his brows knitted in concern. He then turned his gaze back to Hermione, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of disbelief, silently urging her to clarify the situation.

Those who were unaware of the truth all turned their curious and inquisitive eyes toward Hermione, their intrigue palpable as they anxiously awaited her explanation. Some leaned in closer, as if the answer would somehow resolve the mystery swirling in the air.

Meanwhile, Umbridge sat slouched in a corner, her beady eyes glinting with malice as she meticulously scribbled with a feather pen on a piece of parchment. She was laser-focused on gathering dirt on Potter and her allies, her face a mask of determination, convinced that she would expose their perceived flaws once and for all.

Feeling the suffocating weight of everyone's scrutinizing stares, Hermione slowly sunk deeper into her chair, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she fought the urge to shrink away entirely. Just then, she caught a glimpse of Mia across the room, who met her gaze with a warm, secret smile that radiated understanding and support.

Feeling a surge of warmth from that familiar connection, Hermione couldn't help but return the smile, a genuine spark of comfort igniting in her chest. For a fleeting moment, the tension around her faded as their silent bond provided a glimmer of reassurance, allowing her to momentarily escape the swirling chaos of judgmental eyes and whispering voices.

Ron: Hang on. Ancient Runes is the same time as Divination. You'd have to be in two classes at once.
Mia: Don't be silly. How could anyone be in two classes at once?

"I hate both of you," Ron declared dramatically, his voice laced with playful frustration as he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, the corners of his mouth turning down in exaggerated annoyance. It was a familiar scene, one that stemmed from years of banter surrounding the time-traveling escapades Mia and Hermione had experienced during their third year—a topic that had, over time, become a source of relentless teasing.

Mia and Hermione exchanged a knowing glance, their eyes sparkling with mischief, before they burst into laughter, the sound bright and infectious. The warmth of their shared amusement contrasted sharply with Ron's feigned indignation.

As their laughter echoed through the room, the rest of their friends watched in confusion, eyebrows raised and heads tilting slightly. They exchanged glances, uncertain of what had just transpired, completely in the dark about the inside joke that had ignited such mirth. The laughter rolled on, a joyful sound in stark contrast to Ron's sulky demeanor, and it was clear that no explanation was forthcoming.

Hermione: (mimicking Trelawney) Broaden your minds...
Mia: Is Hermione really mimicking a professor [She whispered to Ron who looked at Hermione weirdly before laughing, silently, joining Mia]

"Hermione Granger mocking a teacher?" The words hung in the air, causing disbelief to ripple through the crowd. Many couldn't believe their own eyes or ears, their mouths agape in astonishment, as if they had just witnessed a unicorn prance through the Great Hall.

Had pigs started flying?

While the onlookers struggled to process this unexpected turn of events, Hermione's mind swirled with memories from the previous year. She couldn't shake the nagging thought that perhaps, just perhaps, there was an ounce of truth to the absurdities of Divination. If there were any bits of reality hidden within those cryptic readings, how much weight did they truly carry?

Her heart raced with anxiety as she considered the implications. Had the Grim played a role in warning Mia about Cedric's untimely death, or was there something even more sinister in the cards?

What if the foreboding omen had been a warning for someone else entirely? The very thought sent shivers down her spine, causing her stomach to twist uncomfortably.

Or worse yet, what if it had been an ill omen for Mia herself?

As these troubling thoughts danced through her mind, Hermione felt a surge of worry for her friend, deeper and more complex than any she had felt before. The weight of unforeseen danger loomed on the horizon, and the silence around her felt heavy with the weight of uncertainty. A protective instinct surged within her, compelling her to keep Mia safe, no matter the cost.