This class was undoubtedly a failure.
As everyone had just been introduced to Divination, long before they could appreciate its nuances, almost everyone had been given an ominous omen read from their tea leaves by either their desk partner or Professor Trelawney.
The feeling was akin to finding a freshly drowned fly in one's breakfast plate—you couldn't blame the chef, you couldn't blame the food, and you didn't seem to have done anything wrong yourself, yet it left a creeping, deeply unsettling chill in your stomach.
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