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My Not-So-Imaginary Fiend by The Quiet Girl
Chapter 3 : III: Numbers, Names, and Cards
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III: Numbers, Names, and Cards

It was only my third Arithmancy lesson but I was already starting to count the days until the Christmas holiday. Don’t get me wrong, Arithmancy was turning out to be one of my best subjects. But waking up early and forcing myself to be in class by nine in the morning on a daily basis was getting old. Just a couple of weeks ago, I was still sleeping in bed at home, dreaming about discovering the location of the kitchens at Hogwarts.

It was only a minute until the bell would ring and I wondered for the millionth time that morning (okay, probably only the seventeenth) why I was sitting in the front row. Alone. I didn’t like the front row. It was harder to get away with doodling in class with teachers able to look directly at my ‘notes.’

But the chair beside me remained empty. And if Hermione didn’t show up soon, she was going to be late. And if Hermione decided to drop Arithmancy, I would be stuck in the front row for no reason whatsoever!

I looked around the class. All the other Slytherins and Hufflepuffs were already here. I pushed myself onto the two back legs of my chair and whispered to Megan Jones, “Hey, have you seen Hermione recently?”

“No,” she shrugged, furrowing her brows in confusion. “Why would I? She’s in your House, not mine.”

“I don’t like being alone,” I whined softly.

Megan rolled her eyes. “And the rest of us here are just props?” She pointed to the open book in front of her. “Do you mind? We have a quiz this morning.” She then turned her attention back to studying.

I pushed myself off Megan’s table and plopped back onto all four legs. Hermione hadn’t missed an Arithmancy lesson yet. Could it be that she finally decided to attend one of her other classes? According to rumor, she was scheduled for Muggle Studies and Divination at this time as well.

Don’t worry, Sally-Anne,” Benjamin said, materializing in front of me. He currently sat on the desk, his legs dangling over the front end of the desk while his body rotated enough for him to look backwards at me with little effort. “You’re never alone. Besides, it wouldn’t be too bad if you were the only Gryffindor taking Arithmancy. Hardly anyone from other Houses but Ravenclaw takes this class.

I nodded. I’d never heard of being in a class with two other Houses before and our numbers still didn’t reach into the double digits.

And wouldn’t it be funny,” Benjamin continued lightly, “if Hermione Granger actually had to ask you for notes in this class?

I snorted at the thought. That would drive Hermione absolutely mad! I looked up at the ceiling, trying to imagine what exactly she would say to me.

“Are you even going to think of opening a book this year?”

I jumped and looked at the empty seat beside me. But it wasn’t empty any longer. Hermione Granger sat there. But at the moment, I only saw her mop of bushy brown hair as she bent over her book bag, struggling to remove Numerology and Gramatica from her dozen or so other texts.

“‘Think’ being the key word,” I said slowly, watching as Hermione finally straightened up and started reviewing the first chapter. “It’s not like you to almost be late.”

“As you would put it, ‘almost’ being the key word.” Hermione started reading from the book.

I rolled my eyes. I could practically recite our first chapter verbatim, having memorized all thirty-six pages since the first day of classes.

Okay,” Benjamin said, eyes wide as he watched Hermione study, “I didn’t see her come in. Did you see her come in? How could she sneak past me like that? I never miss anything!

I only shrugged at my imaginary friend. It only made sense that if I missed Hermione’s entrance, Benjamin would have missed it too. Right?

When the bell rang for the class, I saw Hermione’s shoulder slump as Professor Vector directed us to close our books and take out our quills for the quiz.

“Oh yeah, let’s do this,” I said, rolling my shoulders and rotating my neck a bit to make sure I was limbered up.

“I’m pleased to see your enthusiasm, Sally-Anne,” Professor Vector said, smiling as she passed out the quiz.

I returned the smile until I saw that this quiz was nearly as long as some tests I’ve taken in other classes. Glancing at Hermione, who was already scribbling furiously on her page, I started work on my quiz.

This is all you, Sally-Anne. Good luck!” Benjamin faded away, giving me more space on my desk and silence needed to focus on thoughts in my own inner voice.

First question: What wizard said ‘All things can be expressed in numerical terms, because all things are ultimately reduced to numbers’?

My mind instantly flashed to the mental image of a Greek wizard standing among statues of mythological gods and goddesses, an abacus in his hands. Knowing with certainty that it was Pythagoras, I wrote his name, scratched it out to spell it correctly, then moved on to the second question.

Amazingly, no one had stood to turn in their quiz by the time I reached the last question (‘The letters MCMXCIII expresses which number in what numeration system?’). Scribbling down the current year followed by ‘the Romans,’ I jumped up from my seat and was the first to put my quiz on Professor Vector’s desk.

“Definitely easier than being Sorted,” I whispered to Hermione as she sat down after turning in her quiz a mere minute after me. While Hermione just stared at me in bewilderment, I did my best to act normal and not like my overworked brain was going to throb out of my skull.

Unfortunately, Tracey Davis turned in the last quiz only ten minutes after me, so I wasn’t able to finish my sketch of Pythagoras enchanting the statues of Greek gods into gigantic Roman numerals. For some reason, I couldn’t get his image out of my head until I drew it.

“I look forward to seeing how you did on your first quiz here,” Professor Vector said, walking around her desk to pace in front of the class. Her eyes glanced down to my drawing. She let out a chuckle as Poseidon changed into the numeral V and back again, then continued, “Sadly, many students have reported that this was, by far, the easiest quiz that they had ever seen in my class.”

I heard a couple of groans from behind me.

“While this is arguably the most difficult subject taught at Hogwarts,” she continued, “I like to see how third years especially cope because this class is only going to get harder. I’m not going to lie. Just like your second year classes were harder than your first, each day in this class is going to be more difficult than the last.”

I looked over at Hermione. She also turned to glance at me. I don’t know what she was thinking, but Professor Vector’s speech, while being the third time she’d given it, only made me more determined to study hard for this class (without Hermione’s knowledge) and get a better grade than the smartest Gryffindor in our year.

“I have found in recent years,” Professor Vector said, her voice shifting from a standard, boring lecture tone to a more upbeat, excited one, continued, “that many of my students ask why having a keen knowledge of numbers is important to begin with. Why would anyone take three or five years to study the number seven? Obviously, you are here because you already have an interest. And instead of making you wait by enduring the basics first, I thought we’d spend the first few weeks on a popular topic. Turn to chapter twelve, please!” She then briskly walked around her desk and picked up a piece of chalk.

I tried to ignore how Hermione seemed devastated that we weren’t going to chapter two. But when I got to the chapter in question, I was excited that we skipped nearly half the book.

‘Your Birth Date and Name Explained,’” Benjamin read, reappearing to my left and reading over my shoulder.

I glanced over at him, about to ask if there was a problem, but the look on his face answered my unspoken question. His lips were thin, his brow furrowed in worry. His hazel eyes scanned the first page. He even reached forward to turn the page, but his hand passed through my book without any effect.

I didn’t realize that Professor Vector was speaking while I studied Benjamin. When I did tune in again, she had already written a chart on the board. The first nine numbers formed the first row and the top of each column. The alphabet was placed beneath it, with A, J, and S under 1, B, K, and T under 2, all the way until 9, which only had I and R in its column.

“-next several weeks studying what numbers mean to each and every one of you,” Professor Vector said brightly, dropped the chalk back onto the tray of the blackboard. “By the end of this unit, we will all have different answers, of course, because we all have different birth dates and names. But seeing how we only have a short time left, I thought it would be best to start with your full names. Can’t get more personal than that!”

We were then directed to read the part of the chapter about finding the numbers that corresponded to our full names. It said something about it being our expression number. Whatever. I wrote my full name on my paper and started to work.

“Sally-Anne,” Hermione said slowly as I finished writing individual numbers under my name.

“Hermione,” I said brightly. “Problem?”

“Professor Vector said to write your full name.”

I looked at my page. “I did. Sally-Anne Perks is my full name.” Did Hermione know something about me that I didn’t?

“You don’t have a middle name?” As Hermione spoke, I looked down at her page.

“Your middle name is Jean?” Jean sounded so normal compared to the name Hermione. But when Hermione seemed to be getting frustrated at my lack of good answers, I explained, “Hermione, Anne is my middle name. Sally is my first name.”

“Really?” Hermione’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Why do you go by two names then?”

I grinned. “Because I am completely awesome and no single name is capable of relaying my awesomeness.” I paused. “Besides, my middle name deserves some love too. Just because it’s lost between two other names doesn’t mean it should always be reduced to just an initial.”

Hermione just rolled her eyes before going back to adding up her numbers.

Five minutes before the end of class, I was looking through my book to see what an ‘Expression Number of One’ meant to me. You know, besides the obvious fact that my name itself said I was number one.

“What about your real name?”

I looked back at Hermione. She was turned to the page about Seven. “Come again? You’re saying this name is my imaginary name?” I tapped my quill to the top of my parchment.

Hermione looked back at me with a serious expression on her face. “You were adopted by the Perks, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, not understanding what Hermione was getting at.

“Well, what about the name your parents gave you before whatever happened to them happened to them? I mean, even if they had decided on Sally-Anne being your first two names, you must have had a different last name. That would change your Expression Number.”

My excitement for this assignment suddenly evaporated as if Hermione was a Dementor in disguise. I’d never really wondered about my name. If my real parents had raised me, I wouldn’t be a Perks. I might not even really be Sally-Anne. What would my name have been if I they had kept me?

The bell rang. I actually jumped in my seat, not realizing that time had passed.

Sally-Anne?” Benjamin asked gently, his right arm over my shoulders comfortingly.

“What?” I asked, sharper than I intended.

Benjamin’s arm stiffened, though his warm embrace remained. “Are you going to be okay? I’ve been calling for you since Hermione Granger questioned your name.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I said. I then looked to my right to ask Hermione something, but her seat was empty again.

But she was just here!” Benjamin exclaimed, removing his arm and standing as if just hexed in the bum. “Literally, I just blinked and she was gone! Where did she go?!

“Dunno,” I said, realizing that I was the last one left in class. Professor Vector was at her desk, looking through the quizzes. I also noticed that she kept glancing up at me.

“Everything all right, Professor?” I asked, forcing a smile on my face as I put my books back into my bag.

“Yes,” Professor Vector said, sounding surprised that I caught her staring at me. “But were you talking to someone just now?”

“Yup! My imaginary friend is telling me that I’m going to be late to Transfiguration if I don’t start moving.”

“Then you’d better listen to her and go. Unless you’d like to join my fifth year students for a bit.”

“Ooh, sounds like fun,” I said, standing and swinging the strap of my bag over my right shoulder. “But Professor McGonagall is expecting me, and I’d hate to disappoint her! No class can go on without me, you know.”

Professor Vector chuckled as she waved me towards the door. “Run along then. Don’t want Professor McGonagall to miss out on seeing you draw her changing into her tabby cat Animagus form instead of taking proper notes.”

“Yes, ma’am!” I did a quick check to make sure I had collected everything, then used my long legs and walked as fast as I could towards Transfiguration.

Did you hear her?” Benjamin asked, keeping up easily. “She thinks I’m a girl imaginary friend. I’m not a girl! Do I look like a girl?

“You obsess over small details like a girl,” I said.

Benjamin huffed. “But I’m handsome! I’m not pretty like you’d describe a good-looking girl.

“And when have I ever called you handsome?”

But Benjamin didn’t really respond. He pointed out a staircase I was about to miss, then pointed out that while I was a couple minutes late in leaving Arithmancy, I was still the first one to arrive for Transfiguration.

It makes sense, really,” Benjamin commented as I waited outside the room. “Everyone else has Divination. I think Parvati Patil said it was in the North Tower, so they’ve got a long walk ahead of them.

“But Hermione should be here,” I said. I glanced into McGonagall’s classroom. It seemed empty. “Where is she?”

Don’t you think I wish I had all the answers- Oh look, here come your classmates now.

Seamus and Dean were in the lead. “Have fun in Divination?” I asked brightly, walking with the boys. The two took their seats in the row in front of mine.

“Oh, just dandy,” Seamus said, looking towards the door as Harry and Ron entered the room- with Hermione?! He continued, “I just don’t envy Harry, if you know what I mean.”

“Sorry, but I don’t,” I said. I watched as Hermione followed the boys to the back row. How come she was okay sitting in back with them but forced me to sit in the front in Arithmancy and Ancient Runes? And more importantly, how in the world was she able to join up with the Divination class without being completely winded?

Dean whispered, “Harry got more death omens in class today. Professor Trelawney says she’s never seen so many for one person.”

Are your friends forgetting that Harry Potter survived You-Know-Who as a baby?” Benjamin whispered, again sitting on my desk so he could watch me and the boys. “Of course he’s going to have an aura of death lingering about him.

I forced myself to breathe in some saliva. As I proceeded to choke and cough to clear my windpipe, to which Dean even stood and pounded my back for me, I managed to mutter to Benjamin, “And you’re such an expert? Glah!”

You could have just written down your comment,” Benjamin commented dryly once I straightened up. “You didn’t have to fake choking to death to speak to me in public. Again.

I shrugged and dug around my Arithmancy books for my Transfiguration stuff. Looking at my Arithmancy book, however, reminded me of the question Hermione asked me earlier.

Parvati, Lavender, and Neville were the last to arrive, running through the door just as the bell rang.

Déjà vu, no?” Benjamin asked. “You keep sitting next to people who are about to be late.

“What took you?” I whispered as Parvati took her seat beside me.

But Parvati and Lavender were both beaming. “We’ll show you at lunch,” Parvati promised, pulling out her Transfiguration homework and notes.

Oh joy, more things to worry about. I ended up not really paying too much attention to today’s lecture about Animagi and what happens to the extra mass of people who become small animals or where extra mass comes from when they turn into giant creatures. Instead of drawing, my notes started getting filled with my name. I kept writing ‘Sally-Anne Perks’ over and over, eventually shrinking my handwriting to fit my name into the margins more and more.

But what was my real name?

Again, the lunch bell dismissing class took me by surprise. I quickly found room to write down tonight’s homework assignment, then packed up my things and followed Lavender and Parvati out of the classroom. But-

“Where are you two going?” They weren’t heading straight for the Great Hall. “Lunch is that way.” I pointed to where our class and everyone else who was just dismissed from lessons were going. Those two were the only ones going against the current.

“That’s why we were nearly late to class,” Parvati said, looking to Lavender with the same excitement I saw earlier.

“We asked Professor Trelawney and she agreed that we could go,” Lavender said. She started to lead the way back towards the North Tower.

“Go where?” I followed my friends nevertheless.

“We want to have lunch with Professor Trelawney,” Lavender explained. “But she doesn’t eat in the Great Hall. Clouds her Inner Eye and all. But she’s amazing! C’mon, we even asked if you could join us. Let’s go!”

“I don’t know,” I said. Now my mind flashed back to what Dean and Seamus were saying when I first saw them. “I really wanted lunch.”

“Professor Trelawney will have lunch in her tower,” Parvati promised me. “You have to see her!”

I don’t like this idea,” Benjamin said, appearing beside me and frowning. “Fortune tellers and predicting the future? Death omens? I think we’d be better off in the Great Hall.

But a moment later, Benjamin’s posture stiffened. He frowned as he watched someone walk the halls.

Looking around, I saw Professor Lupin walking amongst the students. He wasn’t doing anything but walking. I didn’t see what Benjamin was getting so worked up about. He’d never acted this way around any of my previous Defense teachers.

On second thought,” Benjamin said quickly, “maybe a change in lunchtime scenery is a good idea. Let’s go.” He placed his hand between my shoulder blades and prompted me forward.

“You certainly change your mind like a girl,” I muttered, my voice being lost among the background chatter of fellow students.

As I ran to catch up with Lavender and Parvati, I was only mildly curious as to what caused that loud crash further down the hall. Several people called out, “Are you all right, Professor,” but I was too far away to do anything but follow my friends.

It seemed to take forever to reach the North Tower. Never before was I more grateful that I didn’t take Divination. I would never have the patience to go this far out of my way just to hear possible hints of the future. And climbing a ladder to get into the classroom wasn’t my idea of fun either.

Lavender and Parvati climbed up first. Looking around for Benjamin, he encouraged me to go up. Getting a bad feeling, I went up anyway.

As soon as my head entered the room, I got a bit dizzy from the thick scent of perfume and nearly fell off the ladder. But I finished the climb. Parvati helped me to my feet while Lavender approached the woman sitting in a large armchair by the fireplace. I could barely see her because my eyes were adjusted to the brightness outside, not the dim red lights that shone everywhere.

“Hello, Professor Trelawney,” Lavender said, sounding a bit breathless as she spoke. “Thank you for letting us have lunch with you.”

“My Inner Eye told me I would have mealtime visitors this year,” the witch said in an aloft voice, as if speaking from inside a dream. “I am pleased to see you have arrived.” She looked up in my direction. “And you must be Sally-Anne Perks.”

“Er, right,” I said. “Sally-Anne Perks. That’s me.” At least, that’s the name I grew up with.

“I am Professor Trelawney. But dear, something seems to be troubling you greatly.”

I maintained eye contact with this professor. But it wasn’t easy. As I stared at her, my eyes started to water from just looking at her through her gigantic glasses. It reminded me of a bug I swallowed during flying lessons back in first year. I averted my gaze from her face and looked at the tabletop. A black velvet cloth laid across the surface, a deck of cards resting directly in the middle.

I didn’t see any food.

Then my stomach growled. Quite loudly, I might add.

“Sorry, she’s just a bit hungry,” Lavender said quickly. “Caught something at the start of term that kept her from eating for about a week. Her appetite hasn’t settled back to normal yet.”

“No,” Trelawney said, causing Lavender to shrink down, “no, something far greater than food is bothering you. Had you been in my class, we could have discovered the source of your troubles together.”

“I don’t have any troubles,” I said quickly. I glanced to Benjamin, but his face remained masked in a neutral expression as he stood behind Parvati.

“I sensed your friends would bring along someone in need of the mystic arts,” Trelawney continued, waving her hand over the cards on the table. “And I can sense a strong aura around you. It permeates this room.”

While I could only sense the thick perfume ‘permeating’ my nose, both Lavender and Parvati looked up at me in awe. I was starting to understand how Harry felt in this class.

“Perhaps the spirits can help clear up your confusion. Please, be seated and allow the mystic forces to aid you.”

Getting silent looks from both my friends that told me to sit, I chose the chair directly across from Trelawney, while Lavender sat to my left and Parvati to my right. Benjamin moved to stand directly behind my chair.

“Before you shuffle the cards,” Trelawney said, “it is important to know what it is that troubles you. What causes your aura to tremble in negative vibrations? Knowing the answers in which you seek will help the cards align themselves in the best way to help you.”

If I had come here before Arithmancy, I would have been confident in saying that nothing was bothering me. Sure, I had wondered about my birth parents from time to time, but thinking of the Perks ‘perked’ me back up and banished those thoughts of uncertainty.

Aware that my two best friends were watching me, I kept my eyes off both of them and spoke while staring at the cards. “Uh, I was adopted the day I was born. But I’d- I’d like to know about my real family.” I knew I had more I wanted to say, but I didn’t. I swallowed a lump in my throat, wringing my hands together as they rested on my lap.

I saw Trelawney nod. “Then take the cards,” she said in a slow, soft voice, “and shuffle them until they tell you when to stop. Then place them in the middle of the table.”

I reached my hands out to take the cards. But as I moved, I got a feeling that I shouldn’t touch them. That I should just dismiss this whole thing as fake magic and just go back to the rest of the castle. I didn’t sign up for this class. And considering how long it took to get here, I’d be lucky to grab a quick snack from the Great Hall before having to sprint to Ancient Runes.

But Lavender and Parvati were watching, waiting silently. They seemed to revere Trelawney as the real thing. If my friends liked and trusted this professor, I should too.

I took the cards and shuffled. And shuffled. I spent a minute and a half shuffling, making sure the cards were as messed up as they could be before setting them back on the table. I didn’t get a ‘message’ telling me to stop. I simply got bored waiting for one.

“Thank you, my dear,” Trelawney said. “Now, let us begin.”

Trelawney reached forward and dealt seven cards off the top of the deck, positioning them face down in a circle. She then placed the remaining cards aside.

“When you are ready, turn over the card at the top of the circle.”

I nodded. Reaching up to the card at twelve o’clock, the first one Trelawney dealt out, I turned it over.

Lavender and Parvati gasped.

Trelawney’s eyes got even wider than I thought possible behind those enormous glasses of hers.

Even I didn’t need a lesson in Divination to know what that first card meant.

“Death,” Trelawney said in a hushed whisper. “Never before have I seen a reading start out this way!”

“What does it mean?” Parvati asked, her voice breathless.

“Your life began with death,” Trelawney said. “Perhaps one or both of your parents died, though from illness or another reason I cannot be sure.”

I just studied the first card. Death. But did it only mean death? Or did it mean something else? But as I tried to form a question to have her further explain this card, Trelawney was already directing me to turn over the next card.

“The Eight of Swords,” Trelawney said, her voice trembling. “Restricted action. A prisoner. Perhaps another family member’s fate, the reason you were left alone and in need of a new family.”

I wasn’t liking this. Maybe it was a good thing that I was missing lunch for this. If my stomach was full, my nerves would have made me throw up by now. I was certainly an expert at recognizing the signs of an impending vomit session.

The next card was not encouraging either. “Seven of Swords,” Trelawney read. “This card can mean betrayal. Perhaps it was another who betrayed your parents, your family. Someone who must have been close to at least one of them, able to spy on them. To cause them to be away from you.”

While the room remained the same, with the fireplace still making the tower warmer than necessary, a cold chill sent shivers up my spine. My fingertips were numb, feeling like thin icicles in my frozen palms.

I didn’t want to continue. But I turned over the fourth card anyway to read what it had to say.

“The Devil!” Trelawney cried. “I have never experienced a reading which has remained so dark!”

She went on to explain that The Devil card could refer to an ill-tempered person, evil and violent in nature. And appearing in the middle of the reading, it was possible that this person could still come into play sometime in my life.

“We are now moving from your past to the present and future,” Trelawney said slowly, trembling slightly as she looked at me. “And what you may plan to do about the family you have never known. Reveal the next card.”

I turned it over. I wondered for a moment if I really shuffled it properly. This was the third Swords card to emerge.

“Ten of Swords! Oh dear! This says failure! Any plans you make regarding your family will fail! Such a failure will bring you nothing but pain and-”

The table rose off the ground.

Trelawney went silent.

The table seemed to tremble in midair. The trembling intensified, as if it was about to shake itself apart.

And then it flew back. Narrowly missing Trelawney, the table went top-first into the fireplace. All the cards slid off and were consumed by the flames instantly. The black cloth also caught fire, but the flames that erupted were blue and purple and released a noxious aroma of decay.

Lavender and Parvati screamed while Trelawney took hold of a large water pot and doused the fire before it could get too large. White smoke clouded the room, making all of us cough.

“Oh my,” Trelawney said as she pulled the table far away from the fireplace. Only a small pile of ash remained on the doused embers, the only remains of the massive deck. The individual cards from the reading were lost.

My mind flashed back to the cards that were read before. Death. A prisoner. Betrayal. The Devil. A failed plan. And two unknown cards.

“There is no question about the strong aura surrounding you,” Trelawney said. “My dear, we must pursue this further! A mysterious force obviously wishes for you to not know the truth, but you must-”

But I had finally had enough. I shouldn’t have come up here in the first place. I knew it was a bad idea.

Standing and with my bag already hanging from my shoulder, I said, “Sorry, but I have to change my books for my next class. And grab something to eat. Er, thanks for the reading. I have to go. Sorry. Bye!”

“Sally-Anne!” Lavender and Parvati called at the same time.

But I had already dropped my bag through the trap door. I slid down the ladder, nearly twisting both my ankles as I landed. I then ran. Unsure if I was heading for Gryffindor Tower or the Great Hall, I only knew that I had to run away from there.

That was too freaky, right?” Benjamin appeared with me, running at my speed. “But you’ve heard she likes death omens. Dean Thomas even said so when he arrived in Transfiguration earlier. She must have stacked the deck, even after you finished shuffling. I mean, she’s still a witch with a wand. And-

“Not now, Benjamin!” I snapped, jumping down a staircase two steps at a time. “Just go away!”

What?! But I’m only trying to-

“I want to be alone! Completely alone! Now go!”

I heard Benjamin sigh. He stopped running. I easily passed him. And he didn’t return.

I came to a stop outside Gryffindor Tower. Checking my watch, I knew I had missed lunch. “Fortuna Major,” I said to the Fat Lady.

She huffed but let me in.

“Death, Prisoner, Betrayal, Devil. And a plan I’m doomed to fail.” I passed by my fellow Gryffindors as I headed for the girls’ dorms. I ran a hand through my black hair, making sure it was still perfectly in place like always. It was. “Sally-Anne, good luck at finding the perks of that experience.”



A/N: Pythagoras quote taken from What Your Birthday Reveals About You by Phyllis Vega (2009), page 49. Trelawney’s interpretations of the Tarot cards are from general card meanings, but I modified the typical procedure to fit with this story.

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