Professor Montgomery carried a tray of tea glasses and plates into the divination classroom. It was a Friday afternoon and his first week of teaching his new subject now lay behind him. The experience had been illuminating to say the least. Teaching Divination was nothing like teaching Defense Against The Dark Arts. During his previous year at Hogwarts nobody had questioned if the subject he taught was even real or if it was all just made up. His students had been respectful and were often outright excited for his classes. Divination on the other hand seemed to excite those with the least amount of talent the most. And then there was the fact that not everybody seemed to have the necessary magical talent. In each class he taught there were only a few he could potentially help on their journey while the others would be left behind. Defense was different. Everybody could learn some.
Still, he was determined to try to make a difference to his students and perhaps the one way to win some of the sceptics over was to give a practical demonstration. He'd never quite done anything like it. His power was latent and fickle at best. Visions never came as steadily as they did for his mother, though in recent times they'd at least become more frequent. He didn't know if that was because he tried to practise more or because he was only coming into this power now. He suspected the latter. It was not unusual for seers only to gain proficiency later in life. Really, another argument why teaching Divination at school was maybe not all that effective.
He pushed the thought away. A house elf appeared in the classroom and carried in a large jug of a warm, frothy, light blue liquid. It smelled of honey, milk, sweet anchan powder and cardamom. To go with it there were bowls of berries, cookies and a few blueberry swirls. It would be a nice little afternoon party if anything.
Professor Montgomery pointed his wand at the classroom furniture. Tables and desks morphed into rugs, ottomans, plumb cushions and Moroccan pouffes. That was much more like it. Next he poured some of the blue liquid into a couple of the tea glasses to be ready for his guests. He wondered idly who would come. He'd deliberately left the invitation open. He was sure there would be some of his students, but perhaps some of the students not signed up for his class would come as well and maybe, just maybe, a particular sceptic the professor cared about would be in attendance as well.