THE TRIO EMERGED INTO THE STRANGEST looking classroom he had ever seen. In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someone's attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz arm chairs and fat little poufs.

Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. it was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle.

The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups.

Aelora appeared at Coventina's shoulder as the class assembled around them, all talking in whispers.
"Where is she?" Aelora said. A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice.

"Please let it not be who I think it is." Sirius sighs dramatically.

James raise a brow and sigh desperately.

"That woman."

"Welcome," it said. "How nice to see you in the physical world at last."
Coventinay's immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect.
Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was
very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their
natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings.

"Sit, my children, sit," she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into
armchairs or sank onto poufs. Coventina, Anastacius and Aelora sat themselves around the same round table.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, who had seated
herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire.

Every students in the Marauders's years groaned loudly at the class name.

"The first class that I hate." Coventina caress her black cat which gains the attention of Regulus.

"I thought it was Potion?" Snape rolled his eyes and looks at Draco who had asked her.

"I love Potion, I hate Snape."

"Understable." Delphina nods.

"My name is professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye." Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement.

"Anothet incompetent." Anastacius placed another blueberry in his mouth, trying to not chuckles at Delphina's blush.

"Want one?" Delphina pressed her lips together and nods slowly. Anastacius took a blueberry and place it in her mouth.

Rabastan and Rodolphus frowns and sets glare at Anastacius.

Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you.. Books can take you only so far in this field...."

"Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud
bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future," Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face.

Professor Trelawney continued placidly. "We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear," she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, "beware a red-haired man."

"Weasleys." Daphne scoffs and keep her arms wrapped around Theodore's waists.

Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her and edged
her chair away from him. "In the second term," Professor Trelawney went on, "we shall progress to the crystal ball- if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever."

"Is not she being too dramatic?" Achilles asks confuse, ignoring the shocks looks he gained from his friends and families.

"She is." His daughter agreed.

A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor
Trelawney seemed unaware of it.
"I wonder, dear," she said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, "if you could pass me the largest silver teapot?"

Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the
shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney. "Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading -- it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October."

Lavender trembled.

"Poor girl." Euphemia smiles softly, patting Sirius's hair while Sirius himself pouts but was not complaining.

"Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the 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 Dean 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."

James and Coventina groans at the mention of pink once again.

Sure enough, Dean 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."

When Coventina and Aelora had their teacups filled, they went back to theirtable 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 Weasley as he opened their books at pages five and six. "What can you see in mine?"

"You being drag to hell with your stupid mother." Daphne mumbles while Antares was braiding Delphina's hair.

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

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

"Nah, she is blind, there is only going to be a painful future for them all." Draco shrugs.

Professor Trelawney gazed in their
direction. "My turn..." Weasley grins uglyly and stea a look in Coventina's cup, his forehead wrinkled with
effort. "There's a blob a bit like a bowler hat," he said. "Maybe you're 4
going to work for the Ministry of Magic..." He turned the teacup the other way up.

"Your son love stealing things." Marlene scoffs at Molly.

"He-" Rabastan sent a glare at Arthur.

"But this way it looks more like an acorn.... What's that?" He scanned
his copy of Unfogging the Future. "'A windfall, unexpected gold.' Excellent, you can lend me some... and there's a thin, here," he turned the cup again, "that looks like an animal... yeah, if that was its head... it looks like a hippo... no, a sheep..."

Professor Trelawney whirled around,
"Let me see that, my dear," she said reprovingly to Weasley, sweeping over and snatching Coventina's cup from her. Everyone went quiet to watch.

"What are their problems with you?" James asks his daughter.

"Many." Coventina smirks.

Professor Trelawney was staring into the teacup, rotating it counter clock wise. "The falcon... my dear, you have a deadly enemy." "But everyone knows that, " said Granger in a loud whisper. Professor Trelawney stared at her.

"If deadly you meant, Voldy then he is very dead." Anastacius snickers.

"Well, they do," said Hermione. "Everybody knows about Coventina and You-Know-Who." Weasley stared at her with a mixture of amazement and admiration. He had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like that before. Professor Trelawney chose not to reply. She lowered her huge eyes to the cup again and continued to turn it.

"The club... an attack. Dear, dear, this is not a happy cup.... I thought that was a bowler hat," said Weasley sheepishly. "The skull... danger in your path, my dear...." Everyone was staring, transfixed, at Professor Trelawney, who gave the cup a final turn, gasped, and then screamed.

Professor Trelawney sank into a vacant armchair, her glittering hand at her heart and her eyes closed.
"My dear gir... my poor, dear girl no it is kinder not to say.. . no... don't ask me...." "What is it, Professor?" said Dean Thomas at once.

"What an attention seeker."

"Couldn't more, barbie."

Everyone had got to their feet, and slowly they crowded around Coventina who shivered in disgusts and Aelora's table, pressing close to Professor Trelawney's chair to get a
good look at Coventina's cup.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney's huge eyes opened dramatically,
"You have the Grim." "The what?" said Aelora. She could tell that she wasn't the only one who didn't understand; Dean Thomas shrugged at her and Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but nearly everybody else clapped their hands to their mouths in horror.

Many students who knew what the grim was gasps outloud. Some were scared and didn't even look at Coventina.

Meanwhile her family, maternal and paternal were just chiling and smiling at her.

"The Grim, my dear, the Grim!" cried Professor Trelawney, who looked
shocked that Aelora hadn't understood. "The giant, spectral dog that haunts churchyards! My dear gir, it is an omen- the worst omen- of
death!"

"Hi." Thanatos wave his hand.

Achilles and Draco laughs at outloud at Thanatos's expression.

That dog on the cover of Death Omens in Flourish and Blotts -the dog in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent...
Lavender Brown clapped her hands to her mouth too. Everyone was looking
at Coventina, everyone except Granger, who had gotten up and moved around to the back of Professor Trelawney's chair.

"I don't think it looks like a Grim," she said flatly. Professor Trelawney surveyed Granger with mounting dislike. "You'll forgive me for saying so, my dear, but I perceive very little
aura around you. Very little receptivity to the resonances of the future."

Seamus Finnigan was tilting his head from side to side. "It looks like a Grim if you do this," he said, with his eyes almost shut, "but it looks more like a donkey from here," he said, leaning to
the left.

"At least they have brain." Regulus comments.

"I agree." Andromeda nods.

"When you've all finished deciding whether I'm going to die or not?"
said Coventina with annoyance "I think we will leave the lesson here for today," said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest voice.

"You are curse to live with me." Antares chuckles.

"Yes... please pack away your things...." Silently the class took their teacups back to Professor Trelawney,
packed away their books, and closed their bags. Even Weasley was avoiding Coventina's eyes.

"Until we meet again," said Professor Trelawney faintly, "fair fortune
be yours. Oh, and dear-- she pointed at Dean -- "you'll be late next time, so mind you work extra-hard to catch up."

The fallen angels descended Professor Trelawney's ladder and the winding stair in silence, then set off for Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration lesson.

"So you have the grim?" Anastacius smirked. "It's seem so brother." A chuckles left her lips.

"I love how they are just amuse." Dorcas grins.

"Hmfp," Aelora pouted.

"Let him believe it for a while, Granger seems to finally be a good puppet, I can't wait to use her for best of her ability." Coventina walked the stairs with a smirks.

Everything that she want is ginally reaching it's destination. One by one, everyone will be a puppet in her game of chess.

Many shivers at the words, they all understoop one thing. Its that she waq clearly Achilles Laskos's daughter.

And she is not to be mess with.