I turn up from my plate only to have my cute little button of a nose-me, come up to a crooked, all knowing- all manipulating, nose in my business; Dumbledore.
"Have you experienced a vision, Mr. Potter?" He asks in his favorite 'concerned grandfather' voice.
I can't help myself.
"Yes, oh my God , yes!" I screech hysterically, grabbing his boney shoulders. "I-It's Trelwaney... and... and she's...she's entering your chambers and she's not wearing anything but her coke bottle glasses!... Oh, God,.. I'm gonna be sick!" I grab my stomach and start retching.
Dean just fell off his chair laughing like a lunatic, which pleases me. Ron's turning green and looks like his lunch will soon be joining the rest of us, pleases me even more.
I manage to keep a straight face, don't ask me how.
"S-She's climbing into your bed...wait the visions clouding over... wait, no.. it's just the dust cloud rising from your sheets. There,.. it's clear now...I see... I see, well I can barely seee you-if you know what I mean? Wow,.. those glasses of hers really magnify things don't they?" I chortle.
Dumble's is gapping in 'Broken by Harry' format again. I take the opportunity to beat a hasty exit.
A quick side step and "I'm off to see the wizard. The despicable wizard called Tom!"