In Divination class, the third year students were learning how to read tea leaves. The students were each given a teacup, saucer, and a fresh pot of tea.

"You may now drink." Professor Trelawney told the class. 

The students gulped down their tea, then flipped their cups upside down again once they finished.

"Is everyone done?" Trelawney asked, looking at all of the students.

She walked around the classroom, hoping everyone was done and understood what was going on. It was her first year teaching at Hogwarts, and she was hoping to start her teaching journey off easy.

"Mr. Crouch, your teacup is dry and empty." Trelawney said.

"Yes, it is."

Ophelia turned around to look at the table that Barty and Regulus were sitting at. She knew them well enough to know that Barty was about to cause an unnecessary stir for his own fun.

"Did you not drink any tea?"

"I don't drink tea. If you had any Butterbeer, I would participate."

Trelawney sighed, trying to avoid any sort of conflict. "Well, you could look at the leaves from Regulus' cup, then."

"Aye aye, professor." Barty said as Professor Trelawney walked away from the boys' table.

"Alright, well, everyone else, you may flip your cups and analyse the leftover leaves." Trelawney instructed.

All of the children flipped their teacups right side up again, and everyone looked into their leaves.

"Mine looks like an acorn." Said Thomas, the boy sitting at Ophelia's table.

"Mine too!" Ophelia said, holding her teacup out to show him. "That means health, so we're set!"

Thomas and Ophelia were happy about their readings, but their glee was quietly interrupted by a redheaded girl leaning close to them from the next table over.

"What does an anchor mean?" Daisy Hookum asked softly.

Ophelia leaned over to see the girl's teacup, and saw a clear, strong image of a ship's anchor. "Luck."

"You're set too." Thomas told her with a charismatic smile.

Ophelia turned to the table behind her, trying to look into Regulus and Barty's teacup.

"You can just ask." Regulus said, noticing Ophelia practically breaking her own neck trying to see his tea leaves.

"Sorry." Ophelia giggled, then returned back to her normal position in her seat.

"It's an anchor too." Regulus held out his cup, showing Ophelia the image in the leftovers. "See?"

Ophelia's smile disappeared when she saw the scattered tea leaves belonging to the anchor. She had been paying attention in class, and she knew exactly what that meant.

"No." She said. "Well, it is an anchor, yes. But see how blurry it is? That means you'll be unlucky."

"Oh." Regulus said, looking back into the cup. "Well, that's alright. It's not real, so that's fine."

"Are you serious?" Ophelia asked with an arched brow.

"No, that's my brother. I would never want to be him."

Ophelia let out a giggle. Surely, she should have learned her lesson on saying that word around Regulus by now.

"I meant that we go to a school for witchcraft, where ghosts roam the halls and we spend all our time practicing magic, and you don't believe in tea leaf readings?"

Regulus shrugged, then looked at Ophelia with a smug grin.

"I just like to think that I'm the only one who gets to determine my future."

"You are so cocky, did you know that?" Ophelia said playfully.

"I know. You adore it." Regulus teased.

Ophelia blushed pink as a freshly bloomed cherry blossom, and turned around as Trelawney asked the students to tell the rest of the class about their findings.