Upon further review, Olivia still felt that Divination was a giant hoax, but lessons were lessons and she'd made a vow (to herself) to do her absolute best.... Considering this was her final term.

Go out on top.

That was the goal.

So, here she was... on her way to the grounds (again). Divination out and about in nature... Sounded fake to her. Actually, as an aside, Liv hoped lessons held outdoors would be the new norm. The blonde LOVED the Hogwarts castle, but it could get quite stuffy with so many kids on top of each other. Claustrophobia had never really bothered her before, but after Ilvermorny, she needed things to be laid out and spacious. Otherwise, she got nervous and twitchy.

"You professors and your tea." This was said with a pretty smile as she carefully untwisted the scarf from about her slender neck. "Hello, Professor Vance. How are you on this lovely day?"

Divination. Hmm. It wasn't one of Harriet's favourite lesson, and it wasn't one she was overly amazing at. But she still tried, and so she was heading down out into the grounds with a smile on her face. Really. She didn't know why it was out on the grounds. Unless they were looking at birds or the clouds or something. But, she was sure she would find out soon. She'd got her book bag on her shoulder, and was looking forward to the lesson. She just hoped that it wouldn't be too boring. She could not deal with having another boring lesson. That was not good.

She smiled as she got down to the area where the class would be taking place. Oh. Only Liv was here so far. Was she early then? Interesting. "Good afternoon Professor" The blonde murmured with a smile. She did like greeting her professors in a polite manner. Then she turned to Liv and smiled. "Hi Liv" Since it was kind of rude to ignore her.

Still smiling, the girl then went to find herself a seat.

Dorian was sweating and panting as he ran down the last couple of staircases and pushed the door open to the courtyard. He had forgotten that the location today was at this place and not the divination tower and he had realised it when he had been on the sixth floor when he met another student asking where he was going.

"I'm Sorry i'm...." late?

The Ravenclaw checked the outdoor classroom and blinked when he was one of the first. "Are you kidding me?!" he shouted irritated that he was here as one of the first. Did he just run for nothing?!

"Sorry about that, Professor" he apologised as he finally noticed her leaning against the side of the blackboard and he took a random seat with a grumble.

D I V I N A T I O N

Yaasss! Farah's second favorite class after her favorite time of the day, lunch time. Her belly was full from lunch as she wrapped her cloak around her a bit more, heading to the courtyard.

"Helllloooo all!" Farah said greeting everyone and then gave a wave to the professor as she headed to find a seat in the half circle. She scooted around and sat on one of the cushions, pleasantly surprised to find it warmed. Charms were the best thing ever.

She was ready for class!

Divination was kind of pointless in Maxton's point of view but Professor Vance made these classes worthwhile. She was pretty to look at.

"Afternoon, Professor." The tips of his ears turned pink as he greeted her and it had nothing to do with the light chill in the breeze. Max sat himself at an empty table in the semi-circle that had been created out in the courtyard and pulled a notebook and self-inking quill out of his rucksack ready for note taking.

Man could they stop having so many lessons? Zoryn was so tired. What was the point of coming back to Hogwarts if it meant you had to go back to classes? Couldn't they just do the school thing without.... the school thing? Furthermore, she was far too tired for divinations. It was RIGHT after she had eaten lunch and all those carbs had made her suuuuuuuuuper sleepy.

Unfortunately she somehow had the worst luck of running into Professors on her way to skip class, so she had no choice but to attend today. Ugh. What rotten luck. She zombied her way to the courtyard 'cause apparently they were having ANOTHER class outside. It was like having to go to class was bad enough and now she didn't even get a desk to sleep on???? The AUDACITY, people! THE AUDACITY!

Yawning as she walked up, she found Professor V near the blackboard. "Hiyyyyyyyyy,
Profeehhhsaaa," she was mid yawn.

And look, they DID get tables!!! Thank Merlin. Zoryn went and sat near Dorian giving him a thumbs up and a "Goodnight." She was just gonna rest her head for five minutes before class started.

Zita did love classes outside, she felt the sunlight hit her hair in just the right way that made the natural blonde stand out more than the dull castle lighting so of course, she headed out dressed to impress and dressed for the weather. What fun it was to get to go to class without climbing that bloody tower.

"Hellllllo professor" She gave a finger wiggle to her head of house before turning to see who was here and honestly they almost got a frown. There weren't many people there yet at all, she certainly came way too early to make her Zita Valla entrance, could she leave and come back? Sighing a bit, but keeping her smile she decided it wasn't worth coming back because people already saw her.

Taking a seat in between Farah and Max she first looked at Farah, "How's your boy problem going?" Grinning she glanced towards Max, [b] "Well hello Max you are looking very dapper today. Twisting a strand of her hair around her finger she gave him a little wink before turning her attention back to Farah.

Scarlett felt truly at home when she was in Divination class. She smiled happily at Professor Vance as she entered the Courtyard, but rather than head to her own seat, she made a beeline for the Professor. She wasn't sure why she was nervous about what she was going to ask, but it involved her future - so of course she was nervous.

"Hello Professor Vance! Um, I was wondering if I could talk to you after class, or in your office - I wanted to ask you about possible careers in Divination. Ones that, um, are NOT teaching or...writing about it...like my dad," she said, her voice dropping during the last little bit. THAT would be why she hadn't asked HIM about this. She was afraid he would take it the wrong way - probably not, BUT...she didn't want to risk at. Not at the moment.

Divination was not his thing. Nope.

It wasn't as though he didn't like the professor or the subject itself - Daehyun's only problem was that he did not possess the inner eye, or whatever it was that people called it. He supposed there were things he couldn't just learn from a book, and therefore, Divination was not his forte.

Burying his hands deep in the pockets of his robe and his nose into the warm sweater he'd draped over his shirt and red and gold tie, he walked to one of the tables in the back, but not before smiling at the professor and saying, "Good day, professor." Letting his bag fall off his shoulder and next to a cushion, he plopped unceremoniously onto the cushiony heaven - oh yes, he did love the cushions - and stared at the items that awaited on the table.

Hoping professor Vance wouldn't mind, he grabbed one of the scented oil bottles and took a sniff.

... he loved them.

Merlin this was TODAY???

Jessa could've sworn she checked her schedule before leaving the Common Room earlier in the day, how did she not remember that this Divination lesson would be out in the courtyard? It wasn't easy running up seven flights of stairs thinking you were late just to find the notice stating otherwise.

Quite winded by this point, the Ravenclaw had no choice but to walk a slow pace to join the others. Too much and she'd be in dire need of a inhaler she'd also forgotten about in the earlier morning rush. Circe this just wasn't her day, was it?

Slightly put off at that wasted walk, Jessa moved closer to the others, flopping into a seat while her lungs reacquainted themselves with a more normal dose of oxygen than they'd been getting only minutes earlier. "Afternoon Professor." Jessa greeted, getting her wheezing under control little by little. It wasn't an asthma attack so she'd take it graciously and work toward steadying her breathing before it got worse.

Also, was it terrible that now every time she attended the lesson she remembered that conversation with Jahan back in the summer. It certainly didn't help her view of Divination, that was for sure.

Maxton shuffled nervously in his seat when Zita took a seat beside him and proceeded to compliment him. Dapper!? Ummm. Okaaay? "Thanks, I guess..." he muttered back, feeling the back of his next burn when she winked and played with her hair. Why did girls DO that?

He looked the same as he did everyday! Well, actually that was a lie. He'd totally made sure his uniform was ironed perfectly and that his hair was expertly styled in an attempt to impress the Head of Slytherin.

The fourth year turned his attention back to the blackboard, waiting for class to begin.

Why anyone thought it was a good idea to have a lesson outside in October, Cameron wasn‘t sure. He‘d come prepared, dressed in a warm sweater and even with the occasional heating charm placed on his skin but nonetheless, it wasn‘t the best of ideas, was it? It wasn‘t just started to cool down, it was also windy. That seemed like an inconvenience while holding a lesson. Oh well, it wasn‘t really his problem.

Once he was close enough to make out the arrangement of seats and tables, Cameron then quickly checked who had arrived before him. Both Maxton and Farah would be good people to sit next to IF ONLY they hadn‘t been joined by the one and only Zita Valla. Alright. Not them then.

Oh. But Jessa was there. How had he missed her before? “Hello, Professor Vance.“ He greeted her with a polite smile before sliding into the seat next to Jessa. “Hi.“ She received a smile too, of course. A big one.

Goodnight?

Dorian snickered as Zoryn sat down near him and he watched her as she placed her head on the table. She must be really tired. The urge to scoot over and use the Aguamenti charm on her head to trickle the water on it was dismissed as he was too tired from walking up and down the stairs from the sixth floor.

Instead, he mimicked her action and carefully placed his head on the desk as well and he looked at her for a moment before closing his eyes. This was nice, Gryffindors could have bright ideas.

Outdoors to learn was always something Hanna enjoyed. She wasn't sure where she STOOD with Divination yet, but she was willing to keep going, to delve into the waters, to search for her inner eye. Her crisp robes were sufficient to protect her from the ever so slight chill that occasionally breezed through, otherwise the October sunshine was JUST delightful.

"Hello Professor," Hanna greeted as she joined the group. She could SMELL the tea that Professor Vance was drinking and it smelled delicious. But she wasn't bold enough as to ask for some. As she sat down, she scanned the area to take everything in, and unpacked her bags of the belongings she'd need for the lesson.

One of the classes that Aaron looked forward to through his daily schedule, Divination. Besides Charms, the boy had taken quite the obsession towards divining. He found everything about it so fascinating. Whether it was through a tarot card reading, tea leaves, or scrying, the first year Snake had quite enjoyed the subject. Although it still was not his favorite, as the spot was reserved by charms, and it would most likely stay that way. Aaron had taken this after his mother. The two just seemed to have a natural knack for both charms and divination. It was so present in his mother, that Aaron wasn't shocked upon receiving an owl from her explaining her success on finding a job in the Ministry, more specifically, as an investigator against the misuse of charms in the MLE.

Spotting a wondrous Hanna, the boy took up the space next to her. Waving to the Professor, Aaron stated "Good afternoon Professor Vance! I hope you enjoyed your lunch." And then he gave a polite smile at Hanna. "Hey." He said to the fellow first year.

After finishing off her larger than any child should eat lunch, Emmalyn made her way to the courtyard for Divination class. The afternoon sun was absolutely glorious on her cool cheeks and she couldn't wait for class to start. Eyeing a seat nearest the professor, she made her way across the courtyard and sank into the comfy chair.

Placing her hands on the glass table, she wondered what they would be learning that day. Each divination class had been more interesting than the one before, so she was eager to get started. "Good afternoon, Professor Vance. Beautiful day. Whatcha got there in your cup? Are we reading tea leaves today?"

Emmalyn glanced around the table and took note of the various items. She found hand mirrors, some sort of smelly liquid in bottles, and a cauldron. No tea in sight. She was fine with that. She figured they must be boiling or mixing something in those cauldrons.

Yeah…. Sometimes it seemed that Professors seemed have themes in their lessons. Like outdoor lessons in subjects that wasn’t really in its environment. But she supposed that Divinion was one of those lessons that you could pull off in an outdoor setting. Though she was hoping for a lesson on Pyromancy today. Hints why she was super excited about an outdoor divinion.

But soon on arriving, she should have known especially given the time of the lesson… well that dream was crushed. ”Hello Professor Vance.” Really trying not to seem so disappointed.

She moved toward the tables, she spotted Farah with Zita, and Max. Slipping into the seat on the other side of Farah. ”Hey guys.” She settled down into the cushion. She seen Zita twirling her hair with her finger. Who was she flirting with now? She shook her head and faced the front. A mirror. What exactly was they going to do with these. Surely not see who the fairest one of all of them was right?

Patrick had thankfully remembered that today's lesson was outside, so he was not only dressed for the occasion but not winded from having to run down all the flights of stairs from the divination room that likely had a notice of where class was being held. He took note of a bunch of the older students and took a seat of to the side of the make shift classroom.

Outdoor classes were fun, they tended to let all of the students get to be a bit more relaxed, except for flying. Flying was always pretty structured, but flying your broom in the cold was never fun. He glanced around nodding his head hoping that some of his friends might show up he didn't recognize many students other than Zoryn who he had been partnered with last term.

"Afternoon Professor Vance. Good day for class to be outside." he smiled hoping that she was going to teach a really interesting lesson.

One thing that Derf had come to learn about growing up was accepting when you were and weren't something - which was easier said than done really - and one thing he had come to accept was that despite his fantastical theories and numerous coincidences with the subject was that he was not, in face, a Seer. It was a hard pill to swallow (not really since a part of him had known all along but it had been fun to pretend) but that was a fact.

Being 14 was so complicated. Merlin.

He was relieved to have class outdoors though. While he HAD become accustomed to the potent scents that Professor Vance seemed to favor, it was so much better being outside. Although much more distracting for the Hufflepuff as well and he had half a hope that they would be doing some sort animal based divination ... like alectryomancy maybe. But upon entering the courtyard and noticing the mirrors, well, that went out the window. Scrying of some sort it was then. "Good day, Professor Vance," the Hufflepuff chirped to the woman as he set his bag down. "Been using that Magic 8 ball by any chance?"

Plopping down in a seat next to Emmalyn, he took out his textbook from his enchanted suitcase and offered the younger girl a small impish grin. "Hey," he chirped. "What do you reckon is in these?" No signs or anywhere telling them NOT to touch things - though Derf tended to not notice those anyway - so he picked up one of the bottles and pulled out the cork to take a good whiff....and his eyes instantly watered. "Holy flaming salanders...that's...strong," he winced, eyed watering from the smell.

Divination was pointless, actually, in Skylar's book. It had nothing to do with any of her career interests. But over the last five years she did seem to excel in it, perhaps to do the mere fact that if one had enough of an imagination, you could fake it and pretend like it was all good. Not to mention, her head of house taught this subject, which made the captain feel doubly responsible to attend lessons.

Outside was good too, because then if time, she could go fly again. Which was becoming a bad habit, to be honest, but she couldn't sneak in an extra flying session if she had to walk all the way from the Divination Tower, could she? Unless she happened to lug her broom up to class with her and just flew off the tower ... but that might be frowned upon. So yes, good on Professor Vance for hosting lesson outside today. "Good afternoon, Professor!"

Now where to sit? It was when she heard flirtations from one Zita Valla sitting next to Maxton that she plopped her behind right next to Max. Daisy's brother. She didn't really know him all too well, but she had played quidditch in her first year on the under seventeen with Daisy and she felt sort of overprotective with the Carden boy. Maybe it was the parents. Who knew? But she was not about to have Zita pressuring Max into anything he didn't want. Protective instincts; she was good in that department.

Her face lit up when she saw Derf headed her way. She hated sitting alone during class and felt even worse when other students only sat by her out of necessity for a chair. Emmalyn smiled back and moved her bag over so he could spread out.

"I think the cauldron just has water, but I'm not sure about those bottles." She watched as he picked up one and pulled to cork out. She instinctively pulled her robed arm across her face to block the smell. "Without knowing what's in there, I don't think sniffing it full strength is the best idea." She shook her head a bit and giggled at the Prefects reaction.

Reaching down into her bag, she pulled out a tissue and offered it to her housemate to wipe his watering eyes. "Here you go." She had learned early in the year to always have tissues and band-aids in her bag. She never knew when one would come in handy.

Friday lessons - especially those held in the afternoon - needed to be made ILLEGAL. That was Abra's actually expert opinion on the matter. Divination hadn't even started and he was already fantasising about the weekend.

Though, admittedly, he'd been fantasising about the weekend since he'd woken up Monday.

Merlin, he had half a mind to drop Divination for this very reason, if it weren't for the fact that he was still half convinced that he definitely had the SIGHT (or at least some version of it).

Spoiler alert: he didn't.

Also, OUTSIDE? Not cool. Except it was cool. Too cool. FREEZING. So Abra was not in the best of spirits - nor in the most focused mindset - when he arrived at the courtyard for their Divination lesson, wrapped up in as many layers as he thought he could get away with without drawing too much attention to himself. But that wasn't many layers at all, so once Abra parked himself on a cushion, he wrapped his arms around his body and tried to keep all the heat IN.

"Afternoon, Professor."

Why couldn't they have had this lesson INside?

Slate wandered into the courtyard for the lesson. While he was a fan of outdoor lessons, it was starting to get cold fast. The cold usually made him sleepy. Here's to hoping he wouldn't fall asleep in the middle of the lesson.

"Hello Professor." he greeted as he made his way over to the table next to Juni's. Because, of course, he just usually gravitated to sitting near her. He glanced at the mirrors on the table then at the cauldron.

"Why do we never have a lesson on how to read the bones off of a bowl of chicken wings I just ate?" he asked. He was pretty sure he saw that sort of reading in a movie once. Plus, a bowl of chicken wings sounded delicious to him.

Daisy headed for the courtyard and greeted Professor Vance with a warm smile. "Good afternoon, Professor!" She then found herself a seat and sat down. She glanced at the various objects from her seat as she waited for the lesson to start.