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I rolled over and let my sleepless eyes fall on Ginny, sleeping in the bed next to me. I huffed and rearranged myself, landing on my back, trying to take my mind off the fact that Ginny should be in the dormitory with the girls in her own year. I sighed impatiently again as the soft bed became too soft under my spine. Why was it that Lydia had neglected my chiropractic needs? Oh, sure, the first day at Hogwarts is bliss after that stuffy American boarding school. The food is exquisite, the decor incredible, and the beds- how soft. But those things get neglected as the story goes on. For example, my poofy and squishy mound of comfort, also known as my bed, was giving me serious back problems. I groaned and rolled over onto my other side. Ria's bed looked considerably harder than mine. Maybe Lydia had given her a life of trials, tribulations, and tragedies, including a hard bed. Hard beds aren't so bad. I shook my head trying to clear my brain. I reached behind me and tried fluffing the pillow, then switched it over to get the cooler side. I waited a few moments, yawned, and then waited another minute.

"No such luck," I growled under my breath. I sat up and went to the bathroom and stared at the mirror for a moment. I looked fantastic. This is so lame, I thought to myself. I checked the clock. 3:30 AM.

Who knew that the sentence, "You couldn't fall asleep until 5 o'clock," had so much meaning?




Around 4:37, I got so fed up with my sleeplessness that I simply decided to leave the dormitory and find- well, find a comfy couch, at least, in the famous Room of Requirements. I slipped out of the portrait hole and earned a scalding look from the Lady. I ignored her as I continued down the hallway. The scuffing of my slippers on the floor echoed in the silence, along with a meow. My eyes shot up as I realized what I was hearing. I looked down and saw Mrs. Norris glaring at me with her bright yellow eyes.

"You know what?" I said nastily. "Screw you." I pushed her away with my foot and continued down the hallway. She followed close behind, meowing with astonishing consistency.

"Mrs. Norris?" Filch's voice rattled from around the corner.

"Can I please just get a break?" I muttered to myself as I broke into a slow jog. I slipped into the Room of Requirements just as Filch was about to appear. Wow, lucky me, I thought sullenly.

"Good evening," a familiar voice called. I frowned at the Sorting Hat.

"I hope you know that you're sort of the bearer of bad news."

"Don't shoot the messenger, kiddo."

"Why are you the only one with a British accent? Besides the Trio, that is."

"Lydia, as you call her, doesn't really pay attention to me, so I'm sort of free to do what I wish. And the Trio's accent is just part of their characters."

"It just sort of bothers me when Harry says "bathroom" instead of "loo," or something equally American."

"Understandable, my dear. Now why don't you take a seat right here?" the Hat suggested, nodding to a couch that sat across from his customary stool.

"I thought you'd never ask," I replied.

"Now, I know I'm the one who typically has to disappoint you-"

"Oh, no!" I groaned. "Is there something else? Please don't tell me that there's going to be another exchange student with whom I have a mysterious past. I hate those."

"No, no, thank goodness. I hate those too. Minerva always brings me out for another performance and I have to come up with a new rhyme. It's terrible bothersome." I sighed with relief.

"Then what's the deal?" As the last word left my mouth, the clock began to chime. Dong. Dong.

"I just wanted to-" dong "warn you about-" dong "something that's going-" dong "to happen- oh, drat." The Hat stopped talking long enough to peer down at my sleeping form. "It's five o'clock. This really is a most inconvenient time for Lydia to have her fall asleep."




I woke up to the sound I'd fallen asleep to: the chiming clock. I counted the strokes as I tried to clear my head. Two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... I stopped counted and sprung up from the couch.

"You're awake!" the Hat cried.

"Yeah, bye!" I replied, trying to smooth my hair as I ran towards the door.

"Wait! I need to-"

"I'll be back later, thanks!" I said, slamming the door behind me and sprinting towards the dormitory. I winced as the last chime rang through the hallway, informing the habitants of the castle that the time was officially eleven o'clock. I didn't bother to catch the disapproving eye of the Fat Lady as I skidded into the Common Room and skipped every other step on my way up the staircase to the showers. Just as I turned on the water, I paused.

"I'm such an idiot," I groaned, giving myself a good, solid facepalm. Pulling out my wand, I cleared my throat.

"Uh... Cleanus totalus?" I guessed, hoping that no negative consequences would come from making up my own spell. I looked down and sure enough, I was all in one piece and smelling much nicer than I had before. I checked out my face in the mirror and was pleased with my perfected makeup and hair. I pulled out my schedule. Divination. I frowned. This couldn't be good.




"Miss DeMonte, I am so glad that you have arrived. Did you encounter any... mysterious happenings on your way to my room of discovery?" Trelawney asked, grasping my hands as I stood in the doorway of her class.

"Um, no," I said slowly, pulling away from her smelly scarves. I collapsed on a floor cushion and set down my books.

"I hate this class," Hermione muttered.

"Mmhmm," I replied.

"It sucks." Then, I realized that Hermione was sitting next to me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in frustration.

"I'm not going to skip a class!" Hermione gasped, shocked that I would even suggest such an idea.

"You walked out of this class, like, two years ago!"

"Miss DeMonte, please pay attention to the lesson!" Trelawney snapped. I rolled my eyes, sat back in my chair, and napped for the remainder of class.




I awoke to the sound of glass shattering. I snapped up and saw the shards scattered on the ground.

"What the-" I looked up and first noticed that I was still in Trelawney's room. Then I saw Trelawney hovering over me with trembling hands.

"Demeter," she whispered.

"What's going on?" I wavered, trying to scoot backwards. Some of the glass cut into my palms.

"Conflict."

"What do you mean?"

"Trouble."

"I don't understand."

"Family."

"Professor-"

"Love."

"Are you-"

"Betrayal."

"Stop-"

"Prophecies." I stopped trying to escape.

"Please don't-"

"Fire and Ice, 

Or Ice and Ice. 

Make your pick, 

It won't be nice. 

One will fall, 

One will fly 

Only one will live 

Only one will die."


Then she collapsed.

"Why me?" I cried, throwing my hands up into the air.

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