6. Divination

Neville stared into his rather disgusting cup of tea, waiting for the leaves to settle, so he could decipher what was "written in the leaves" as Professor Trelawny had told the class.

Divination was such a dull class, and his leaves told him nothing except that they were wet.

“Oh no! My dear, are you in the beyond?” Trelawny’s voice shouted out as she attempted to touch Neville’s arm, “My dear, you are close, very close to… to…The beyond!”

The bell rang, and the class filed out, laughing about Trelawny’s predictions, Neville, white as a ghost began to pinch himself… I shouldn’t have drank that tea!