In a booming voice that was most definitely not her usual misty dreamy kind, she said, "YOU. HAVE NO HOME."
Ed gasped, and stopped moving. Harry could hear soft murmurs of whispers in the room from the other students.
Professor Trelawney shook her head. After a few moments, she looked about the room as if confused.
"Where was I..Ah yes. ..the upcoming examination..."
Ed sat in stunned silence as the Professor went throught the motions of the assignment. The beaten up, leather bound book was open, and in sitting front of him on a spindly table. He recalled reading a single paragraph, but could not really remember what it said. Four words were ringing throughout his mind.
You have no home.
It was unscientific. Illogical. He had just met the woman, and she knew that about him. He watched her as she went through the lesson.
"Dream interpetation is an important portion of the test you will be sitting this year. I want you to break up into groups of two to practice
interpeting with one another..."
'Dreams..?' Ed thought, and he looked around. Harry and Ron were sitting right behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to them.
'Huh. Partnered together..nope.'
Then he looked to Neville, the only other one he could consider 'friendly' in the darkened room. He saw he was already partnered with the one called 'Dean'. With growing alarm, he noticed that everyone else had already partnered up. He heard the soft whispers around him as the other students began the assignment. He then heard the soft clinking of beads, and he swallowed. He glanced to the source and saw the magnified, overlarge eyes of the rail thin Professor.
"Mr. Elric? I see there is no partner for you. So, ah. Allow me." The professor sat down at the edge of the pouf and looked at him with rather
serious expression on her face. "..tell me of your dreams, so that I may demonstrate the techniques for you."
Ed swallowed, and he felt ice in his stomach.
"Come come.. I assure you that I will not think any different of you because of them..."
He entwined his fingers together before him, and studied the cracks on the floor.
"..Is it because you cannot recall any dreams? At all..?"
Ed rested his elbows on the spindly table and began to chew on one of his gloved fingers. At length, he took a breath.
"Dis..iz not zomtink dat um..." Ed stumbled. "I am not believink in dis. In somthink like 'Fate' or 'Destiny'...or anytink like dat."
"..And you find it most difficult to..Ah..I see. You do not believe the Seeing Eye exists. Of course. May I ask how you managed to be assigned
to my class?"
'Duh' He thought.
"I vas handed de list dhis mornink."
Without missing a beat, the Professor continued in her dreamy voice.
"I can assure you that you were meant to be here, Mr. Elric, for I have foreseen the enormity your presence. It was written in the stars...!"
Ed snorted and looked to the shawl draped woman sitting beside him with a stony expression on his face.
"...take advantage of the extraordinary clairvoyant qualities while you are here. I .."
"I am not havink vish to be sharink my dreams vith you or anyvone else." Ed said. "Dey are..very private tinks."
She put on an expression of great frustration, and looked as though she were being denied a treat.
The bell rang, and Ed stood up. The Professor, standing up beside him, grabbed a hold of his arm--he actually felt her gripping fingers. Ed
glanced at her in annoyance, only to find she had her overlarge eyes closed. He looked to Ron and Harry and raised his eyebrows.
Harry looked at the woman, sighed, then shook his head. Ron rolled his eyes.
At length, she opened her eyes and looked up to Ed with a tragic expression painted on her face.
"My inner eye sees past your brave face, my dear. You, like Harry, are a troubled soul. I'm afraid I see difficult times for you ahead." The
Professor then released his arm and swooped on by. She settled herself in a great wing backed chair by the fire.
"For the next month, I am assigning you all to write a dream journal. Write down your dreams when you awake in the morning."
"..think she likes you, mate." Ron whispered as he and Harry took the opportunity slip by, which, in that room, meant weaving in and out of many poufs, chairs, and spindly tables. Ed glanced back at the woman, just to make sure she wasn't going to follow, touch, or pounce on him. Then he went out the trapdoor as well.
Once he was in the hall, Ed noticed many surly looks being directed at him from a number of students. He returned the looks with a glare of his own, and continued on.
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