Alas, it was not to be. Instead, it turned out that Umbridge had finally worked up to the point of sacking Trelawney---and Trelawney was not taking it terribly well. She was sitting in the Great Hall, shaking and crying, while Umbridge gloated over her. Even though my contempt for Umbridge knew no bounds, I was shocked, if only for the breach of professional decorum. Half the school was watching---I saw Harry and Snape in the crowd, and my idiot roommates were crying, because they love Trelawney.