 Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
Why had not many come to visit her this term? She had been put into storage until this term and now that she was out, she wanted to see all the wonderful students. So why hadn't anyone come in? Students still had the gifts, they had to. It wasn't something that just disappeared and Sybill Trelawney was eager to see the younger generations work with her favorite forms.
Looking around the quiet room she saw the crystal balls on the shelves, maybe she'd ask the Professor to bring one over. Though she did have her portrait one, pushing up her glasses she gazed inside it. |