The Marauders: *burst into Trelawney’s office in the middle of the night*
Sirius: We want our fortunes read!
Trelawney: I can tell the future with uncanny accuracy! Your lives, your loves, your deaths- a galleon apiece.
Peter: *to James* Can I borrow a galleon? I’ll pay you back.
Trelawney: He won’t.
Peter: *whispers* She’s good!













