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The Grindelwald Legacy	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 7559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I own nothing but this sordid little tale. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not making any money by writing it. I must be insane.

The Grindelwald Legacy

Chapter 19

Lucy�s position afforded her a good view of the Potions Master.
Likewise he had an equally good view of her, something he took full advantage of when Professor Trelawney entered the room in a jangle of bangles, multiple scarf�s floating from her thin frame. She carried a glazed ceramic tray, on which was a small earthenware pot, one hand holding the lid firmly in place.
Severus watched discretely over the top of his newspaper, lips twitching at the look of horror on Lucy�s face when she realised what the pot must contain.
�You know this area is really not conductive to good Extispicium

readings dear. I doubt we shall get very far today. Still, we must at least try, have you read the chapters I assigned you?�
�Yes Professor, but I didn�t understand most of it. Ugh!�. Lucy looked in morbid fascination as Trelawney emptied the sloppy contents of the pot onto the ceramic tray, balking at the plop, plop, slurp and squelch sounds they made as they landed.
Severus� newspaper shook as he struggled to hold in his laughter.
�Now, if you refer to chapter two, paragraph three c, you will be able to ascertain the meaning of the arrangement. Of course these are not actually human entrails, I collected these from the kitchens this morning. The elf�s were kind enough to save them for me, pork chops for dinner today.� The bespectacled witch gave Lucy a smile that made her shudder.
Lucy flipped the pages in her book and gypped. �Err Professor, it says I have to smell them, I am not sticking my nose into that.� She pointed at the disgusting gloop.
�Oh but you must, smell is a large part of the art of Extispicium. How can you expect to understand what you see, if you don�t smell, touch and taste?�

�TASTE?� Lucy screeched. �I am not tasting them, I�m not anythinging them Professor. They�re raw, and they�re dead, and they�re disgusting. Eeww!�
�Miss Grindelwald.� Severus� voice cut across the room, deep and clear. �Professor Trelawney has gone to a great deal of trouble on your behalf, collecting the freshest swine entrails she could find, simply so she can teach you the art of divination. On her own time I might add, I think it extremely arrogant of you to refuse to at least attempt to examine what she has brought.�
Lucy glared over at the Potions Master.
�How about we start with the liver.� Sybil suggested. �The Etruscans foretold many short-term future events using this method. Note the colour� �

Lucy alternated her glare between the entrails and Severus as Trelawney rattled off facts about the history of the Haruspex, a highly thought of priest who would foresee the future by studying the liver of a sacrificial animal.

After almost an hour of handling pig colons, liver, heart and lungs, Lucy had had enough. She could see nothing of what the Professor said her was there. No sign of future trouble heralded in the colon and adjoining rectal tissue, there was absolutely nothing sensual in the positioning of the left lung aligning with the right lung, and the heart definitely did not bring about an aura of romantic opportunity. Lucy absently wished the damned things would fry.
Both women yelped as the tray of entrails sizzled loudly, the smell of charred offal filling the staff room.

Lucy recovered from the shock first. �Ooh, is that a bad omen Professor?� She asked ominously. Her eyes were watering with the effort of holding back her laughter.
Severus hid behind his Prophet, eyes streaming and his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Poor Sybil stared aghast at the array of charred remains on her tray. �I have never� Oh my, how� This is just� Cannot� Good grief.� Unable to finish a coherent sentence, the distressed witch collected her things and dashed from the room, tearing up the staircases to the safety of her tower. �I�m afraid you are not suited to divination my dear.� She called on her way out.
As soon as the door closed Lucy�s laughter burst forth, soon to be joined by the deep baritone laugh of Severus.

�You did that on purpose.� He accused, still chuckling as he aimed a �pergo� (cleanse) spell to clean her hands.
�Thanks.� Lucy examined her now clean hands. �I never. Well I wished the blasted things would fry, but I didn�t mean it to happen. Oh God, did you see her face?�

Severus sobered slightly. �Whether or not you meant it to happen, the fact remains that it did. As undeniably amusing as I found the incident, you need to learn how to control this talent of yours. I for one will not put up with that kind of behaviour in my classroom.�
Lucy sulked for a while as Severus returned to reading his paper. She really hadn�t intended for the entrails to cook, she was just disgusted with the whole idea of what she was expected to do with them. It wasn�t even as if the thought of touching them bothered her, she wasn�t particularly squeamish, she couldn�t afford to be if she wanted to be an animal surgeon. But surgeons were not required to taste the body parts of those they operated on. Anyway, divination didn�t interest her at all and she certainly didn�t believe anyone could predict the future with animal gut�s, tealeaves, crystal balls or anything else. If something was going to happen, it would, regardless of the length of a line on her palm or the pattern a load of old chicken bones made when thrown on the ground.
When Severus left her alone to go for lunch, the two elf�s returned and put up the privacy screen. They assured her the door was locked so she could use the bedpan, then they provided soap and a bowl of water so she could wash before lunch was brought to her.
Hetty arrived in the early afternoon, along with two more Professors. Flitwick and Sinistra.
Apparently Professor Snape had already informed Hetty of Lucy�s behaviour during the divination lesson and Hetty was forced to scold her granddaughter. Though by the glint in her eyes it was clear she was not serious. Hetty was never into divination herself and thought Trelawney was an old fraud.
Lucy thought Snape was an old snitch, telling on her like that. Especially since he laughed as much as she did.
Now that divination was off her list of subjects, and she was unable as yet to climb to the astronomy tower, Professor Flitwick said he would be happy to advance her charms work, hopefully bringing her to a level reasonably close to that of the other sixth years due to start at the beginning of September. Though the charms classroom was on the seventh floor, he saw no reason why they could not conduct lessons in the Great Hall.
When the weekend arrived and Severus removed the magical brace from Lucy�s leg she was eager to go home.

Hetty arrived Saturday morning and with the aid of a crutch, Lucy made her way across the grounds to meet her gran at the school gates.

Filch, for all that he grumbled about being put out of his way, was secretly please about the fact a student was slower in her tracks than him. He delighted in complaining about having to slow his pace because she couldn�t keep up with him.
Hetty apparated them home.
�O gran it�s so good to be back, this last week felt like forever.�

�That�s usually the way when one is young, it�s good to have you home. Here he comes.� Hetty turned her face toward the kitchen window, where she could see Maxi flying over the hills at full gallop, eager to see Lucy.
�Argh! Yuck Maxi, stop slobbering all over my face.� Lucy complained from the sofa, laughing all the while as Maxi literally bounced about excitedly, pleased to have his young mistress back again.

�Ouch, mind my knee you overgrown mutt.� She said, grabbing the dog round the neck and hugging him.
If Lucy thought she would have an easy weekend now she was home, she was mistaken. Hetty piled her up with charms books and forced her to practice all of Saturday afternoon and most of Sunday.
�The more you learn now, the sooner you can move onto more advanced level charms. Filius is a marvellous spell caster, as well as a brilliant teacher. You have an advantage in that you can will certain things to happen, but you will not come into your powers fully for a year or two yet, so your wandwork is still important.�

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