Breakfast with News - Part 2
Snape finally breaks eye contact with you as another female professor joins the teachers' table. You watch as a very petite and timid-looking woman approaches the group of professors. The lady is wearing large round glasses. Her hair is very wavy, but it is reminiscent of a bird's nest, which may be due to the colour of her hair. She wears numerous pearl necklaces and is wrapped in a worn scarf.
Finally, you ask your group. ‘Oh, this is Sybill Trelawney - Professor of Divination Elective,’ Astoria said as she added banana to her oatmeal.
‘She seems a little weird, but otherwise she's a kind soul,’ Daphne added amiably. You nod and turn your still wandering gaze back to the entrance of the Great Hall. As you do, you seen Draco Malfoy step into the Great Hall. By now it is about 7:15. Draco joins a slightly larger group of boys at the other Slytherin table. Your group suddenly seems quieter, so you look at Astoria. Astoria's gaze was fixed dreamily on Draco's young group. As you put one and one together, Daphne dropped a small remark, emphasising your suspicions. ‘Uhhh, that's someone very focused on a blonde again, and I don't mean myself,’ Daphne said with amusement as she wiggled her eyebrows slightly at Astoria. You bite your lips, trying not to look too amused. Astoria turns very red in the face in response and tries to hide her face behind her palms. ‘Daphne!’ ‘Please don't be so obvious,’ Astoria finally said, desperately trying to hide her shame. ‘Oh yes, that's right, you're already causing enough of a fuss on your own.’ ‘It's a wonder the Daily Prophet and the Klitterer haven't written about it by now,’ Daphne finally emphasised, raising her brow defiantly.
You watch their discussion with amusement, but remain neutral on the topic. Additionally, you make an internal note that Daphne is a good observer. You finish your breakfast, your gaze trailing round the hall again and again. You suppress the desire to look at the teacher's desk again.
‘Vivian, we could go to first class together, if you'd like,’ Astoria asks as she takes her last bite of her oatmeal. ‘Oh, I actually haven't received a timetable yet,’ you finally explain as you realise the fact. ‘Oh, then we'd best go to our Head of House - Professor Horace Slughorn and get a parchment for you.’ She finally said, packing up a small bag. You finally stand up as well and push your skirt down as it had ridden up slightly. You earn a few disappointed sighs from the Gryffindor table across from you. Your gaze wanders to a dark blonde with curls, whose provocative face seemed more smarmy than appealing. On the whole, despite his broad build, the guy somehow didn't seem blessed with much intellectuality. A quality in men that was more of a turn-off for you, so much so that Astoria noticed the grimace you unconsciously displayed.
She glanced for a moment in the direction where your gaze lingered, grimacing of her own when she saw the reason. ‘Cormac McLaggen from Gryffindor - I hope you don't let him court you,’ she said to herself as she slowly took your arm in hers and pulled you out of his sight. ‘He's not my type,’ you said, laughing slightly. ‘And what exactly is your type?’ From what I can see, you're the pretty new girl from France. ‘So you can choose who you want,’ Astoria mocked with a sideways glance at you. You pause for a moment as you assess the statement she made. ‘Astoria... I'm not here to be courted by anyone. - I find it too much of a nuisance rather than welcome. ‘And besides, my type is not present in the age range of a normal student,’ I finally said, blushing at the mention of my little secret. Astoria stopped in shock and looked at you in disbelief. ‘You little perverted slut,’ she said, smiling from ear to ear. ‘One would assume you're from Durmstrang rather than Beauxbatons - or wait, is it a French girl tic?’ she said, unable to help a slight laugh. Meanwhile, you were already on your way to the dungeons.
‘No, it's just my tic - so keep it to yourself.’ ‘It's not like I could live out this tic in this school or anything,’ you said resignedly with a long-drawn-out sigh. ‘Mhmm,’ Astoria finally said, thinking. ‘Forgive my earlier reaction, I didn't mean to make fun of it. - I'm sure it's difficult not to be able to act out,’ she finally said, giving you a small pitying smile. You nodded at her briefly and didn't want to talk about it any more. Astoria noticed your change of thought and abruptly changed the subject.
‘What thoughts did you have about the article?’ ‘Maybe, as an exchange student, you see what we don't?’ she asks as you continue on your way. You shrug your shoulders. ‘At least the Ministry seems to know how to deal with the new prophecy. And the mention of a new prophecy can mean both good and bad things. - It gives the wizarding world some hope, regardless of which side you're actually on,’ you finally said, scanning the dungeon walls with your gaze.
Astoria stopped at that. ‘I didn't think of it that way, but in a way, you really are right.’ - ‘Both the good and the Death Eaters can see this information as a glimmer of hope in their own way,’ she said, a little shocked. You turn to her and give her a small smile. ‘Let's hope the prophecy either doesn't get published or it's insignificant after all’. She nodded at you in agreement and you walked on silently.