Seven years later, and she's still trying to get him alone for a 'reading'...
Date: October 3rd
Time: 9:45 PM
Location: Hogwarts
Characters Involved: Sybill Trelawney and a very unfortunate Remus Lupin
Rating: PG?
The fragile spun-silver ladder was an affectation Sybill had added in her third year teaching at Hogwarts. It seemed to help the students, especially the second years who were new to her class, to develop the proper sense of separation from the 'mundane' world as they ascended into her domain. It was a symbol, of sorts, and Sybill was quite proud of it.
She, of course, needed no such symbol. Her respect for Divination was absolute - some might say excessive - and therefore, her entrance to her quarters was through a barely-visible door in the wall somewhat to the side of the infamous ladder. A flight of spiral steps led her from her sitting room up to her classroom, through a curtained-off entryway behind her chair.
Ordinarily, Sybill was not one to venture out of her rooms. Especially late in the evenings; she would discard most of her cumbersome shawls and baubles, eat the minimum required to keep a bird alive, then fix herself a fresh cup of tea and settle in to mark students' assignments. This evening, however, as she was moving toward her overstuffed armchair on the hearth, she noted a peculiar flash of light off the surface of her favorite crystal ball - a flawless, clear-as-water quartz specimen easily a foot in diameter, set in an intricately carved wooden stand by the window.
Could moonlight truly have caused that flash? Setting aside her tea, she moved to the crystal and seated herself before it, arranging her remaining shawls about her. Then she reached out and ran thin hands lightly over the orb's cold, smooth surface.
Not fifteen seconds later, she was leaping from the chair, hands flying from dress to shawls to spectacles to hair to ensure she was not in too much disarray. Like a flustered hen she scampered around the room, gathering a few of her drapes and replacing them about her bony shoulders. An Opportunity - yes, an Opportunity was about to be presented to her, and she must not waste a moment of time!
Sliding her feet into the slippers that had been warming by the hearth, she shuffled (a gait that would have astonished anyone accustomed to her usual ghostly glide) quickly to the door of her quarters, and flung it open. And there, just as she'd known he would be, was the object of her vision!
Fate had guided him up here to her quiet and undisturbed corridor, on this night, and she would not fail in the duty Fate laid upon her in this matter.
"Professor Lupin!" she cried, with an air of triumph that wasn't exactly fitting with the circumstances. "My dear Professor, I knew I would find you here! You are a man sorely troubled, oh yes, heavy burdens weigh upon your soul, and darkness, yes - a dreadful and pervasive shadow hangs about you!" Emerging from her firelit quarters into the shadowy hallway, she effectively blocked his retreat down the stairs, hands outstretched as if in entreaty. "You must permit me to do a Reading for you!"
Time: 9:45 PM
Location: Hogwarts
Characters Involved: Sybill Trelawney and a very unfortunate Remus Lupin
Rating: PG?
The fragile spun-silver ladder was an affectation Sybill had added in her third year teaching at Hogwarts. It seemed to help the students, especially the second years who were new to her class, to develop the proper sense of separation from the 'mundane' world as they ascended into her domain. It was a symbol, of sorts, and Sybill was quite proud of it.
She, of course, needed no such symbol. Her respect for Divination was absolute - some might say excessive - and therefore, her entrance to her quarters was through a barely-visible door in the wall somewhat to the side of the infamous ladder. A flight of spiral steps led her from her sitting room up to her classroom, through a curtained-off entryway behind her chair.
Ordinarily, Sybill was not one to venture out of her rooms. Especially late in the evenings; she would discard most of her cumbersome shawls and baubles, eat the minimum required to keep a bird alive, then fix herself a fresh cup of tea and settle in to mark students' assignments. This evening, however, as she was moving toward her overstuffed armchair on the hearth, she noted a peculiar flash of light off the surface of her favorite crystal ball - a flawless, clear-as-water quartz specimen easily a foot in diameter, set in an intricately carved wooden stand by the window.
Could moonlight truly have caused that flash? Setting aside her tea, she moved to the crystal and seated herself before it, arranging her remaining shawls about her. Then she reached out and ran thin hands lightly over the orb's cold, smooth surface.
Not fifteen seconds later, she was leaping from the chair, hands flying from dress to shawls to spectacles to hair to ensure she was not in too much disarray. Like a flustered hen she scampered around the room, gathering a few of her drapes and replacing them about her bony shoulders. An Opportunity - yes, an Opportunity was about to be presented to her, and she must not waste a moment of time!
Sliding her feet into the slippers that had been warming by the hearth, she shuffled (a gait that would have astonished anyone accustomed to her usual ghostly glide) quickly to the door of her quarters, and flung it open. And there, just as she'd known he would be, was the object of her vision!
Fate had guided him up here to her quiet and undisturbed corridor, on this night, and she would not fail in the duty Fate laid upon her in this matter.
"Professor Lupin!" she cried, with an air of triumph that wasn't exactly fitting with the circumstances. "My dear Professor, I knew I would find you here! You are a man sorely troubled, oh yes, heavy burdens weigh upon your soul, and darkness, yes - a dreadful and pervasive shadow hangs about you!" Emerging from her firelit quarters into the shadowy hallway, she effectively blocked his retreat down the stairs, hands outstretched as if in entreaty. "You must permit me to do a Reading for you!"