On the seventh floor of the castle, in an empty classroom.
"Look, Miss Granger, this dream foretells that your Third Eye is awakening!" Professor Trelawney waved her hands excitedly. "A silver Unicorn! It symbolizes a pure soul! Mist! That is an unknown destiny!"
Hermione sat at the old desk opposite her, listening with an attentive expression while silently calculating the time.
Including Vincent's twisted sense of humor, it should be about time.
She lowered her head and glanced at the Magical Communicator on her wrist. It was quiet.
It was not over yet. Then she would stall a little longer.
Professor Trelawney was still prattling on. "I can make an exception and allow you to take Divination again! What a rare opportunity this is!"
Just then, a faint vibration came from her wrist.
Hermione looked up, her face carrying just the right amount of surprise and apology. "Professor, thank you for your kindness."
She stood up and spoke very quickly. "But after thinking it over carefully, I'd better not."
Professor Trelawney's smile froze. "What?"
Hermione hurried toward the door. "Divination really isn't for me, and I already have enough classes. I simply don't have the extra energy."
"But you just said that your dream—"
"That dream," Hermione said, turning back with an anxious look, "after thinking about it, it was probably because I ate treacle tart before bed. Thank you very much for your guidance, Professor Trelawney. I'll be going now."
"Wait! Miss Granger! Your Third Eye—"
"Next time, for sure!"
The door closed. Professor Trelawney tilted her head, her face full of question marks.
A moment later, she pulled a long face and decided to permanently blacklist this exemplary student.
Outside in the corridor, Hermione took a deep breath and ran upstairs in great strides.
As she entered the