Katrina-Carlotta had came to Mary, aware of her ability as a seer and requested she teach at Hogwarts. It had been a rather odd occasion, Mary had read in her tea leaves that morning a surprise would come her way but what surprise she'd had no clue. Initially she believed something dark, sinister, deadly. She'd cried about it. Afraid her life was to end, but thankfully it had been a job opportunity - she'd cried at that too.
If there is one thing people notice about Mary it's that she cried. Throughout her childhood the slightest thing made her cry, whether it be out of sadness, fear, anger, happiness or confusion. Mary cried. Even during her years at Hogwarts in the wonderfully friendly house of Hufflepuff Mary cried. Every detention (not that she got many), every time a house mate lost a point, every year Hufflepuff lost the house cup Mary Mist cried.
It wasn't that she was a sad girl, a dark soul, a moaning myrtle. Granted the Slytherins called her moaning Mary as a joke, but she wasn't sad. On the contrary Mary was a bright yellow, a bubble of joy. The seer enjoyed peaceful strolls, baking brownies, reading magazines of the perfect flower arrangement, singing as she walked down Diagon Alley. She was defiantly a yellow, a pastel yellow that could easily run in the rain.
After receiving the job opportunity Mary closed the fortune telling shop in Diagon Alley, packed her trunk and headed to Hogwarts. Already she'd been teaching a month and at some point in every lesson a tear dropped from her eyelid. Thankfully she'd managed to hide it, wipe it away with a back turned to the class. However it was no use, the last lesson Mary had collapsed into a state the Niagara Falls would have found difficult to compete with. Word had soon spread amongst the students that she was a dopey, lunatic, emotional timebomb of a professor. In spite of that she was good. Her lessons had been fun, which was something for Divinations, and had certainly provided the students with some humour at Mary's extent.
Today Mary had cried twice. The first had been a breakfast when an owl had knocked over a jug of pumpkin juice into her porridge. All the Professor had ate was a spoonful! Even though she simply replaced the bowl with a fresh one a few tears had splashed into her milky breakfast. The house elves had put so much effort into making the porridge, it had been made with love and care, dedication and hardworking then? An owl ruined it. Oh the poor owl, Mary expected it would probably have a head ache which was the last thing it would want in the owlery surrounded by squalling screech owls and booming barn owls.
The second time she'd cried had been in her previous lesson with a group of third years new to the subject. Their previous teacher before Mary had been hired as a replacement, hadn't taught them much. They'd missed most lessons and no substitute could have taught the topic that the previous instructor had planned. The third years seemed alienated to the subject of divination, which was clear when a Gryffindor had shouted 'whats the point looking to see my past if I already know it.' Divinations was anything but looking into the past.
After the third years had cleared their round wooden desks, clambered from the pouf's and left the classroom Mary yanked the curtains open and pushed hard against the windows, allowing the cool breeze to blow her tears away as she stared out at the beautiful grounds. Pure heroine. The way the leaves rustled in the forbidden forest. The way the blades of grass shuddered in the breeze by the lightly rippling lake.
Keep it together, Mary. She told herself, You can't fall to pieces again, Professor Du Hunt is counting on you.
It was true. Du Hunt had hired her for being known as a true seer, heck she'd made a career out of being a seer! She cried, sure, but that couldn't stop her. Mary had to stay strong in this next class for Du Hunt - who probably didn't care about the fact she cried a lot. Mary didn't see it like that, that thought didn't cross her head within the network motivation brainwaves the cool air provided her with.
She'd been so lost in thought that most of her students in the eleven o clock class were seated and chatting, she swore a pair of them (NPCs) were betting how long Mary would last before a tear leaked. No. Today she wouldn't be giving them the satisfaction. She'd simply think about daffodils, rainbows and ladybirds.
'Good morning.' She said, wiping the remaining cheers and showing off her large round eyes in a wide smile.