@risefromyourgrave "There’s no way either James Acaster or Nish Kumar would sully themselves with the dreadful JKR’s work on their CV, TWAW don’t you know?! They probably think the new series will literally cause a trans genocide"
I made you a story!
Neville swirled his cup tentatively and willed the tea leaves to form something wonderful. He didn't want much. He had friends now and his Grandmother had been quite pleased with his mock OWLS results. Divination had always been a bit of a problem for him. It was.... unpredictable. You knew where you were with plants.
Professor Trelawney neared his desk. Padma and Pavrati gazed at her adoringly as she wafted towards them, her mismatched robes gently floating in time with her gliding step.
'Neville!' Hermione hissed, 'come on! Turn it over!' He startled at her voice and turned the teacup quickly onto its saucer, draining the dark brown tea and gazed into the cup as Trelawney approached.
'Now then child, what do you see?' Trelawney fixed him with a stare, her owlish eyes magnified by her glasses.
'A...a sickle?' Neville stuttered.
'VERY good Neville! and is there anything else?'
Neville felt his palms moisten. He scrutinised the tea leaf patterns in his cup carefully, his nose just inches away from the haphazard flecks of tea.
'Ummm. Is it....? Is it a RAT? I think its holding something...'
Trelawney leant towards him encouragingly, 'Not quite dear, try again.'
Neville looked hopelessly at Hermione - 'it's not a rat...it's.. its...'
Hermiones hand shot up. Trelawney sighed with resignation, 'yes Miss Granger?'
' it's a Ferret Miss! A Ferret, holding a nut, travelling backwards'
Neville flushed. Of course. A reverse ferret motivated by wizard gold and personal pride.
It was staring him in the face. Why hadn't he seen it all along?
Nevilles shoulders slumped. His Grandmother would be disappointed.