Toris/Lithuania – Gryffindor
Feliks/Poland – Hufflepuff
Sadik/Turkey – Slytherin
Heracles/ Greece- Hufflepuff
They are all in their third year
Tessomancy is like, so cool
The classroom was more like a teashop than a place of learning with its overstuffed fabric armchairs and heavy red silk curtains that were drawn across the small windows. They made the room seem a lot more enclosed than it actually was, coupled with a fog of strong smelling incense which poured out of the corners, nooks and crannies, filling the whole area with its haze. The two third years, seated on rather large and worn pouffes around a chintz table, stared at the widely assumed to be batty Divination teacher who breezed from one side of the round room to the other. In a room of clutter and mismatched furniture she looked like some proprietor of an odd back street shop, the glittering and gaudy shawls seemingly magnetised to her body.
"Now then class, drink up." Professor Trelawney instructed in a soft voice waving her hands in encouragement and the assortment of bangles jangled loudly, clinking together as she drifted around the room. "And observe the tea leaves."
Through the heat and incense that burned through the room her image shimmered before each table as she passed, large owl eyes beadily checking that they were all working diligently. Most of the students looked confused and self conscious as they fumbled with the tea sets laid out before them. Sadik Adnan swore loudly from the back of the room as the hot liquid splashed onto his knee and the professor rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.
"Look deep and do your best to See, however, I shall not hold much hope. You are all third years with young, terribly inexperienced eyes. It takes natural talent to See, and that in itself can be as fleeting as a wil-o-the-wisp." Her words ended wistfully and she wrung her hands together with a pout on her face as she glided back to her desk.
"Or a Bogtroll." Someone from the far corner of the classroom spoke in a loud whisper.
"She's, like, extremely glitzy isn't she?" Feliks whispered under his breath as his friend Toris reached for the china blue teapot dubiously. The brunette refrained from answering and shook his head with a small sigh as he readied the tea, careful to not make the same mistake as the Slytherin behind them and poured it down himself.
The two of them has been friends ever since Feliks entered the train carriage whilst it stood waiting on the platform of Kings Cross, two years ago. Toris had been eyeing the crowds outside as he searched for his parents hidden behind the steam from the engine when the door had burst open to reveal the other boy. He had been slightly intimidated by the other boy who had happily dragged in his suitcases and plonked himself down opposite before asking him with a flick of blond hair: "Mind if I sit here? No, like, of course you don't. Us first years have to stick together; it wouldn't be cool if we didn't know anyone."
He gave a little wave, unsure of what to say he began with the basics; sure that was how conversations were meant to start. "Um, hello. I'm Toris."
"What do you think of our robes? I didn't know when we were going to have time to change, so I decided to put them on from home." He straightened out the black material, critically searching for creases, and then smiled broadly at his companion's startled expression. "I didn't think they were chic at all, but they're kinda growing on me. Black is certainly the in colour at the moment."
Toris' watery blue eyes widened in confusion as a well manicured hand was thrust into his face.
"Feliks." The blond chirped brightly with a winning grin and Toris had no choice but to take the others hand and shake it.
He had found out very early on that his new friend was quite the talker, he carried the conversation as the train chugged onwards, leaving London behind for the long trip northwards. By the time they had crossed the Scottish border, the blond was waiting on Toris' replies, and as the shiny red train pulled into Hogsmeade, Toris was surprised to find he actually enjoyed the time spent in conversation. Feliks had a way of talking non-stop that still found a way to include him; he decided that whatever happened at sorting he would find this boy again and they would become good friends. And later in the evening, when one had been sorted into Hufflepuff and the other in Gryffindor, they had parted at the Grand Staircase with the promise of catching up at the weekend and had done so every week up until their third year. Finding out that they would be in the same Divination class brought some comfort to Toris, at least he wouldn't be completely bored when they were being taught to gaze deeper into the murky glass of crystal balls.
"How are we supposed to See?" Toris wondered aloud in, pouring out the boiling water and stirring the tea leaves so that the liquid darkened as per the batty teacher's instructions. The white steam curled up into the air, adding to the haziness of the room. Looking into the liquids soggy depths he couldn't help but feel this was a push, even for magic. How on earth were you meant to see the future in a pile of wet leaves?
Feliks, on the other hand, was having a ball.
"By, like, using the book." Feliks grinned, opening it and flicking through the pages. Each chapter was devoted to a section on Divination. The images that he flipped through showed intricately patterned glass balls, dream interpretations and detailed drawings of terrifying night demons and shadows which had been Seen by the greatest Seers in the history of Divination.
"Gosh!" The blond exclaimed and his friend sighed internally. Feliks had been slightly thrilled to find Divination on the first lesson of his third year timetable, a lot more than Toris had been, having originally chosen Care of Magical Creatures. "...Some of this stuff isn't cool at all, I mean look at that ferocious looking dog."
He leaned over to see the picture Feliks tapped with his finger. A pencil drawing of a hulking dog with snarling jaws and dark eyes had been carefully shaded in.
"'The Grim'," he read out. "I've heard about that in some children stories. Most adults used to believe in them too. Pretty bad omen I think."
"It's, like, something you totally wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley, right?" Feliks raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow seriously.
"It's supposed to be the omen of death." Toris added, nodding back. He didn't add that he did not believe in that rubbish. He was a half blood but both of his parents had taught him to be rational. This superstitious nonsense was not proper magic.
Feliks wrinkled his nose at the thought of the Grim. "Sounds all doom and gloom to me. Oh look, there's some way more happier stuff in this chapter." Feliks continued to read snippets aloud as the tea cooled to a more drinkable temperature while Toris slumped further down in his purple armchair, attempting his best not to fall asleep in the stifling atmosphere of the classroom.
He was nudged back into alertness as Feliks pushed forwards his empty teacup and he was forced to drink his own slowly. The blond was still chattering away. "Toris, I think this class is going to be kinda interesting you know. I mean, this tessomancy stuff sounds pretty cool!"
"I suppose. I don't really think that there's much to it though." Toris whispered back, making sure that Professor Trawleney didn't hear. He doubted she would appreciate him calling her art pointless. He drank his tea quickly, leaving the dark dregs and tea leaves at the bottom. He chapped his lips at the bitter taste and held it out for his friend to take.
"And look at the Professor, she's like totally a Seer, isn't she? And her clothes are all shiny, just look at all those beads...You've finished the tea? I've finished too, here I'll read yours!" Feliks was getting more and more excited as the lesson progressed, most likely thrilled over the fact they were able to try out some fortune telling in their very first class.
He used his left hand to pick up Toris' cup, swirled it three times and tipped it over to let the remaining liquid drain out. After waiting for a few moments he lifted up it up to examine it.
He frowned, and hummed and then tipped it back towards him. "What do you think it looks like?" He asked, putting on a serious tone as he considered what the tea leaves held in store for his best friend.
"I'm not sure; all I see are tea leaves." Toris glanced around the rest of the class, and most of the expressions on the other students faces were either of boredom or sheer confusion. Heracles Karpusi was even asleep at the back of the class and snoring lightly, but then again that was nothing new.
Feliks hummed again and then began to turn the pages of the textbook they shared. "I think, it looks like a clover. A four leaf clover. Can you see it too?"
Toris looked up from his own cup to have another look. Not that it made much of a difference, he couldn't see anything.
"I think so." He replied, squinting and leaning backwards a little. If he let his eyes lose their focus, he could count four leaves, and it seemed enough to pass. He doubted it would matter much anyway.
"Yeah, it is!" Feliks grinned and then flipped the pages back. "See here, it says that a four leaf clover means good luck for all the hard work you've done," he read out and then laughed happily.
"That's so cool; you've like done tons of work in the two years we've been here. Maybe it'll all pay off soon?"
Toris gave a shrug.
"I guess it could be a lot worse." He smiled back at his friend's enthusiasm.
"So, go on then, what does mine say?" Feliks asked impatiently, leaning forwards over the table to see into his drained cup, the dregs leaving behind a pattern to be interpreted.
Toris blinked and looked down at the tea cup, twisting it around and then back again in the hope that he could see something in the watery tea leaves. Nothing... damn. He threw a stab into the dark. "Errrr, I think, maybe it's a house?"
"Where? Let me see!" Feliks leaned forwards in his pink armchair and Toris showed him the shape which seemed to resemble what could have been a house, or just a blob of tea leaves clumped together. "Oh, yeah, I think I see it too. Nice job! So, like, what does a house mean then?"
"I'll find out." Toris thumbed through the pages of the textbook and then tapped a heading. "A house means comfort and home."
"That sounds good. No, like, bad for our first goes." Feliks smiled again and they watched as the Professor concluded the class with two new predictions.
"I believe that you, Mr Adnan, should beware of a battle to be lost. And my advice to the rest of the class is to avoid all heated objects for the next three hours." Her eyes widened even bigger than anyone could imagine behind the thick lenses of her glasses, giving her a comical, rather than severe expression.
"We've got Potions next, Professor." Sadik replied bluntly as he gathered up his books to the sounds of the other students laughing under their breath. However, the Slytherin boy seemed to be in deep thought as he left the classroom, his eyes narrowed as he took in her warning, no doubt thinking of a certain Hufflepuff walking languidly ahead of him that he was planning on hexing.
"Terrible, terrible." Professor Trawleney muttered under her breath as she shifted her purple shawl around her shoulders. She drifted back over to her desk and stared deeply into the cloudy glass ball in a painting hung beside it. The mist swirled round inside and she smiled a little dreamily.
"It was like, a brilliant lesson Professor." Feliks called out as he moved to join the rest of the class who were all desperate to leave the room to breathe fresh air once more. Some blinked as the clean air brushed over them as they hurried down the trapdoor in a daze, and then shook their heads as they reminded themselves they had another whole year of the stuffy classroom.
The professor considered him kindly, "Ah, Mr Łukasiewicz, did you See?"
"Yes, he did Professor. I'm going to have good luck." Toris answered, looking back towards the exit wistfully. It would take a long time for him to get down the tower stairs and to his next lesson, he didn't want to be late and he was already feeling sleepy from the heat of the room. So much for good luck.
The professor clapped her hands with some glee. Her rings clacked together while the metal bangles on her wrists jangled noisily. Toris found it tricky to imagine the woman sitting opposite the previous Headmaster Dumbledore in a job interview.
She must have Seen something important. He thought as he hoisting his book bag onto his shoulder.
"And what exactly did you see in the leaves?" Trawleney asked Feliks. Her big, round eyes blinking at him expectantly behind her large glasses.
Feliks quickly went back to the table they had been seated at, collected Toris' tea cup and brought it back to show her. "A four leaf clover, Professor. It was like, cool." Feliks said happily, seemingly the only student who was thrilled to be returning to the stuffy classroom.
"Hmmmm," the Professor said, considering the third year before looking down into teacup at the image the soggy tea leaves had clumped together as. With a hum she said, "Perhaps someone in this class does have the sight after all."
"Really?" Feliks asked, his smile growing wider than before.
She adjusted her glasses and then stared at the crystal balls aligned on the shelves behind the two boys. "Good day, boys. And don't forget to stay away from heated objects." She waved them away as she walked forwards to the first shelf.
"Yes, Professor." Toris replied politely as the two remaining students left the odd teacher in her classroom and hurried down the steps to their next class.