2 Chapter 2

"Thank Merlin that lesson ended where it did!" Newt reflected as he walked out of the dungeons with Leta.

"Why'd you do that?" Newt asked, rather surprised by Leta's protective action.

"I felt like it..." Leta replied shortly.

"Really? Is that your answer? Be honest."

"I felt like helping you. Anyways, that's what friends do!" She sheepishly grinned.

Bursting with smiles, they chatted awhile and practised Protego, Oppugno, and Expelliarmus in preparation for any other incidents that came their way. This worked out quite successfully with Leta and Newt both able to disarm and defend with ease by the end of the break.

"Better than Defense Against the Dark Arts!" They both thought.

Their next class was Arithmancy, which no one really paid attention to, and after that was Divination, where Professor Trelawney was sitting and staring into her crystal ball intently.

The class was left untaught for at least half an hour. Many students weren't at all bothered by this and were whispering away about Trelawney's behaviour. Trelawney's hair was untidy and she looked extremely tired with massive purple bags under her eyes. On her desk were a few crystal balls, a globe, several Divination books and a bottle of what looked like Firewhisky.

Professor Trelawney then began staring at the students strangely, as if she was under a trance almost. Her eyes changed every time she stared at a student and her head went from tilted to straight to flat on the desk.

Her thought process on how and who to stare at went like this:

Fixate on them so they become intimidated.

Just keep staring!

Stare at the Slytherins first - Some of them can speak Parseltongue... Interesting... Most likely to use their horrible house reputation to cause mischief.

Stare at the Gryffindors second - thanks to their reckless and bold attitudes.

Stare at the Ravenclaws third - their clever attitude and bookish demeanours can hurt ya know! Be cautious...

Stare at the Hufflepuffs last - you know what? Hufflepuffs can't hurt! I'll just stare at them anyway.

After following her unusual thought process, she had glared at every single student, including Leta, without interest. Her final target was Newt.

Newt was confused and asked the question every other subject asked in their head when this happened,

"Uh... Professor? Are you alright? And.. why are you staring at me?"

Her eyes widened greatly at the comment and she instantly collapsed on her desk.