Professor Trelawney glided into the dimly lit classroom, her long shawls flowing around her like mist. Her presence was as dramatic as ever, and she fixed her large, bespectacled eyes on Ron and Harry with a mixture of intensity and curiosity. "Well, well, gentlemen," she began, her voice airy, "let us see how you are progressing with the art of tea leaf reading. I trust you’ve been diligent." Ron looked up from his cup, glancing nervously at Harry. He wasn’t sure if he had gotten it right, but when he squinted at Harry's tea leaves, he couldn't help but make out a strange shape—an image of a small, suffering monkey trapped in the swirling patterns. But there, beside it, was something much brighter—the sun, radiating warmth and joy. Ron hesitated, feeling uneasy. "Er... I think, um... Well that's a monkey. That's suffering. And the sun is joy, so," he said quietly, "you're gonna suffer... But you're gonna be... happy about it."

Professor Trelawney, who had been observing with an almost predatory focus, stepped forward, her gaze shifting to Harry's cup. "Let's see. Come, come, give me the cup." She inhaled sharply as she looked at the tea leaves, her breath catching in her throat. "No... it cannot be!" Her hands trembled slightly as she circled her finger around the remnants in the cup, the shape now unmistakable. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "The Grim. The sign of death, it’s here... and it’s for you, Harry." Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a deep, unsettling sorrow. "The spirits do not lie, dear boy. You must be cautious, for danger is drawing nearer than you realize." The class grew eerily silent, the weight of her words sinking in as Ron shot a worried glance at Harry, whose face had gone pale.