Prognosticate: to forecast or predict... kind of like a Seer does.

August 1, 1980

Sybill Trelawney wiped the sweat from her brow as she climbed up the stepladder that led to her new classroom.

"The higher up in this bloody castle you go, the hotter it is," she complained to no one in particular. Behind her levitated a box full of things that she had moved from her room at Hog's Head. It depressed her to realize that all of things that she owned fit in a small box, but she hadn't time to dwell on such things. She was much more preoccupied on the fact of why she was here.

A month previous, she had had a meeting with the great Albus Dumbledore in the room she'd been renting above Hog's Head pub. Much of the meeting was cloudy in her memory and a large portion of it was completely irretrievable. She did remember the look on Albus's face just before the meeting ended. It was one of caution and slight amusement. Then he had smiled and said, "You may move in on the first of August. Welcome to Hogwarts." He held out a long hand and swept from the room. And now she was here.

"Sybill!" came a voice from below her. Sybill stood and wiped her forehead again. She placed a smile on her face as she swept her long mane of blond hair behind her shoulder. Dumbledore's tall hat appeared in the trapdoor entrance well before his spectacles did.

"Headmaster," she said. She extended her hand as Dumbledore opened his arms to her. He embraced her and she felt awkward as her output hand was stuck between his stomach and her chest.

"Everything packed away nicely?" the taller wizard asked, oblivious to the awkward exchange that had just passed.

"Yes sir," she said, pushing her box under her desk with her foot.

"Excellent, excellent," then he drew closer and said in a hushed voice, "I'm sure you would like to know that part of your prophecy has come to fruition. Both Alice Longbottom and Lily Potter have delivered baby boys. Thank you for your help, Sybill. As long as I am headmaster, you will be welcome here at this school," Dumbledore finished with a smile. He, again, took Sybill into an embrace, gave her another beaming smile, and left the circular classroom in two long strides.

Sybill stood for a moment, her faux smile still plastered across her face. "What the hell was that man talking about?" Sybill asked no one in particular as she picked up her box-full-of-life and walked into her office.