Katherine Frances's Blog, page 330
August 18, 2015
Kim Shimmers and the Screech Owl
This Harry Potter fanfiction will be posted, as long as all goes well, every week around midweek.
Chapter 4
A High Flying First Day
After a lot of stairs and getting lost, they eventually made their way to the North Tower. An over excited painting of a knight helped them find their way, but Kim couldn’t say she wasn’t grateful. Especially since it earned her a valuable piece of knowledge for the future when she didn’t have previous Hogwarts students around to help her find her way; paintings can be asked for directions.
When they entered the Divinations classroom, it was silky, smoky, and left Kim feeling somewhat hazy as she looked around at the many tea cups and glass ornaments around the room. Professor Trelawney gave them an overly dramatic entrance that left Kim interested, yet skeptical of the whole subject of divination. Or perhaps she was merely skeptical of Professor Trelawney herself. Still, there was some part of Kim that was drawn to the idea of an inexact science such as divination. It seemed more an art really, something you have to feel out rather than learn or know. After the introduction Hermione and Kim grouped together around a table to the side of Harry and Ron at their table.
They were attempting Tessomancy; the art of reading tea leaves. It was Kim’s turn first to try and decipher the pile of brown mush and effectively read Hermione’s future. Hermione herself was looking a bit uncomfortable, with a slight purse in her lips and a bend in her brow.
“Okay,” Kim sighed, looking over the mush and referencing the book. “Well, this one’s pretty obviously the closing eye. The closing eye usually means illness- sorry.” She looked back into the cup. “This here… I’d hate to think, but,” he squinted at it and then looked at the book to be sure she was right. But it was unmistakable. She still didn’t know if she believed it was true, but she had to give it her best work. This was a class after all.
“The cross,” she finally said apologetically. “Trials and Suffering. But, if I’m really looking at this, the closing eye doesn’t always mean illness, it sometimes mean’s fatigue… Hold on a second.”
Kim read over the detailed description of the two symbols and tried to interpret what they might mean in relation to one another, and in relation to Hermione.
“Well, I think this makes the most sense. The Cross can either mean suffering or trials of some kind, some kind of challenge. So I think this tea cup is saying that you’re going to be tried, there’s going to be a- a time of great challenge to you… and it’s going to cause you fatigue. Or at least that’s my best guess?”
To Kim’s horror, Professor Trelawney had come to stand behind her and was looking into the cup over her shoulder. She walked around Kim and looked her up and down.
“Very good, my dear,” she said in her wispy voice. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. How fascinating, you’re connectedness… it’s almost as if you have some kind of direct line to–”
“May I try?” Hermione interrupted, much to Kim’s surprise and dismay. In the time she’d known her, she didn’t think Hermione had ever taken the slightest bit of sharpness with anyone, and Kim couldn’t help wanting to know what direct link she had to… to what? But Trelawney rolled her hand at Hermione to give Kim’s cup a go, so she picked it up and peered in, looking down her nose. She stared like that for a long time.
“Well, I-” she stammered, seeming ruffled. She fidgeted in her seat and shifted the cup around a bit, frowning as her lips tightened into a line. But evidently this was boring Professor Trelawney, or there was something more interesting going on at Harry’s table, because she whirled her attention towards him keenly with no warning at all.
“Let me see that, my dear,” she said to Ron, who was presumably attempting to predict Harry’s future with his cup. He handed it over to Professor Trelawney as everyone in the class watched silently. Most were probably expecting something foreboding, as from what Kim could tell, the professor had a fondness for bad omens.
skittle-happy-matt:
hidingpirates:
skittle-happy-matt:
rudegya...
I was there. I would do it again too.
Good for you
lmao white people are a trip
wasn’t this the coach that was molesting kids???
yes
There was a riot over a coach?……who was molesting kids??……….
^Let that sink in…
White people will riot over anything.
#whiteculture
No you have it wrong. The coach they were rioting over wasn’t the one molesting, it was the one that didn’t say anything about it. When the controversy broke out they wanted to take a statue of the non-molester down and because he was such a revered coach the students got pissed.
But like…..thats still an incredibly stupid thing to riot over. :/
Oh I’m not saying it isn’t. I was more correcting the guy who said he was there. You would think he would have corrected it lol
ahem, you should google search WVU riots. Just last year we had riots because we won a football game and people were, idk, excited? So they literally destroyed the town. Not the first time either, so I’m told. Riot squads were needed, cops shooting rubber bullets, kids flipping cars and pulling down lamp posts and getting pepper sprayed. The whole deal, it was no joke. All over some sports…
Faerie Offering
Write about why someone would leave an offering for faeries. Is it a sort of “tax” for protection like the mafia? Is it just out of kindness to them?
A payment to keep quiet about what they know? What sort of items or foods would one offer a faerie? What would happen if nothing were offered? An attack on the house? Or maybe they would just stop visiting? Curses?
