Weeping Willow

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[HP AU] Start of a New Year || Open

Matai stared at his reflection in the mirror like he hadn’t seen it in centuries.

Everything about his face was correct. Purple hair - a little messy since he always forgot to cut it regularly, green eyes that were the envy of his family, and pale skin untouched by the outer elements. Everything was in order, nothing out of place. But for some reason, his own reflection gave him a sense of nostalgia and discomfort, like he wasn’t used to looking like this. He sighed, running a hand through his head and grunting as he draped the Slytherin robes over his shoulders.

Maybe he had eaten something bad on the train.

He adjusted his tie again and yawned, hoping that the first years wouldn’t be too troublesome. Matai had ended up becoming prefect a couple years ago for some reason, and he still didn’t know why he was chosen to be a glorified babysitter. Sure, he enjoyed the benefits, but dealing with the first week of school was a pain. The first years had problems, mostly separation anxiety and ending up lost, and Matai didn’t have time to take care of them. He had studying to do.

Which meant when he was practically charging out of the Slytherin dormitory to find somewhere to practice spells from his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he wasn’t expecting to run straight into someone. He stopped, realizing that he had knocked someone over, right outside the Slytherin entrance. He paused, wondering if it was worth it to just keep going.

Keep his title of prefect, or get a leg up on job opportunities?

“Shit…” Matai whispered under his breath as he turned around to see how the kid was doing, “Are you alright? Look where you’re going next time.”

[etherealoracle]

Another year, another time spent trying to memorized this damned school again. Other slytherin students were usually pretty good about keeping her pointed in the right direction, but it didn’t change the fact that sometimes Sharron just really hated going there.

Hogwarts was not the place for blind students, but thanks to her father being a professor here, she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. Sharron was trying to find her way back to the dormitories when all the sudden someone just completely body-checked her. 

She hit the ground and groaned, rubbing her tail bone. She recognized the voice as the prefect, “Oh you know. I’m fine. Just bruised my hip is all. And you know... I would look where I’m going if it wasn’t for one crucial issue.” 

Sharron waved her hand in front of her face to demonstrate her lack of sight and held out her hand, “Could you help me to my feet?”

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

Teach Me? [Sharron/Gale]

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

It was the sound of Sharron hitting the floor that drew the fortune teller from his half-hearted attempts to clear his mind. He looked up, frowning.

He’d been around enough diviners (had taken enough of them as teachers over the years) to know what this sort of thing meant, what it looked like. A genuine vision, one the wizard hadn’t experienced more times than he could count on the fingers of one hand— and a particularly all-encompassing one at that. He shifted forward, moving on his haunches - and coming to sit beside the woman while he observed her to be sure she was okay— having to ignore the pain of jealousy that came over him to witness someone be so profoundly more skilled than he was at the thing he tried so desperately to be better at.

She was breathing. She didn’t seem to have landed in a way that might injure her neck, despite being certain that she’d probably have a nasty lump on the back of her head when she roused. Well— nothing for it but to wait, and to watch, and to perhaps have a cold glass of water available for her upon her rousing.

When she finally came to a few minutes later, he recognized the sound of her suddenly gasping for air as her return to this world. He said softly, reassuringly, “Not long. Here, I have water,” he suggested— holding out the glass for her to feel for. A break probably was necessary, despite his growing glumness for not having achieved much of anything, himself.

“What did you see?”

[etherealoracle]

She groaned and felt the air for his hand, catching his hand and delicately grazing her fingers over the skin until she found the glass. She gripped it, hands trembling slightly. Sharron heard his question but she opted to not answer until she drank the whole glass. 

She set the glass aside and hesitated before speaking up again, “Gale. I want to tell you a little more about clairvoyance. Or at least, my particular kind.” 

Sharron pat the ground next to her and hung her head, collecting her words, “Oracles, we do not experience it at random. We don’t just get hit by visions unless it is extremely important, understand?” 

"I saw something of dire importance. There is someone in this town who is aiming to cause great harm to us, to non-humans. Someone that wants to take our magic for their own gain and rise to power. And then there’s the death, oh goddess the death.” Sharron folded forward, gripping her head. 

This was all bringing back things she didn’t need to remember. The sounds of soldiers, the smell of copper, she heard burning noises. Her fingers dug into her scalp, and she could feel the forest under her feet as she was trying to run. So much death. So so much death. 

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

Teach Me? [Sharron/Gale]

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

The reminders of his posture were always good to hear aloud, and the wizard made the necessary adjustments for each one she instructed him on. Back upright, that was probably the hardest to remember. He had developed quite the habit of slouching in his old age— but that was a very poor excuse with a much more elderly master sitting across from him, correcting him on it.

He straightened his back and sighed through his nose, allowing his breathing to slow and become more serene, circulating through him. An enormous part of this exercise was allowing himself to follow these steps, he knew. The breathing controlled the body, but the mind buzzed with skepticism born of too many years living by the skin of his teeth.

Shush, he told himself. Back to the breathing. He mimicked her.

Deep inhale. And hold.

Slow exhale.

It was an odd feeling, and one Gale found made him faintly nervous (if not excited) at the fringes of his mind— to physically feel within him the capacity for magic. It was rare; most often he accessed his own magic by pure chance and intuition alone, letting it bubble to the surface whenever he needed it, never pushing himself to take more active hold of it, to actually control it. Yet here it was, in quiet moments with Sharron to instruct him. He pushed that thought away. Made room in his head for the magic to exist, instead of thoughts about the magic.

Deep inhale. And hold.

Slow exhale.

[etherealoracle]

Sharron was going to give him further instructions when she was smacked with one of the most vivid visions she had ever experienced in her life. Her physical form crumpled and fell backward onto the floor, she vaguely heard something speak as the vision played out. 

Kill, be killed. Magic suppressed and their kind lead like lambs to slaughter. Her nephew, her father, the ones she loved, all helpless and weakened. Fight or die. Fight for rights. Rebellions that fail, stomped out like dying embers. Her kind, her people, their spirits locked within an empire ruled by a cruel fist. Must stop, need to stop, can’t allow. Future lost. Beware the woman with a single eye of gold, the catalyst of destruction.  

Sharron snapped back to reality, panting like she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs and a thin layer of cold sweat coated her brow. Her skull throbbed. What was pressing against her back? The floor, that’s right. She fell. She groaned and didn’t sit up, simply wiping off her forehead. 

“I think.... we need to take a break. How ah... long was I out?” She pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes to try and stop the throbbing pain. This was bad. This was really... really bad.

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

Teach Me? [Sharron/Gale]

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

“Of course,” he assented, nodding. He had heard many people have this opinion of his favorite beverage in the past— and though he often found it difficult to go without, it wouldn’t put him out at all to simply wait on it for a spell. Meditation didn’t necessarily go hand in hand with caffeine until one consumed the vast amounts that Gale did, after all.

Once she’d come inside, Gale sought to re-fit the bolt - before joining his teacher at the spot she’d chosen. He nodded, sliding into a sitting position across from her. Wondering if he ought to take his shoes off, as well.

Well— like teacher, like student. He emulated her dutifully, removing his own boots and setting them aside. He wiggled his toes inside of his socks, remarking mentally to himself that if it wasn’t part of the lesson, it was a great deal more comfortable.

“I am ready when you are,” he continued, resettling himself for maximal comfort, closing his eyes.

[etherealoracle]

She heard him taking a seat in front of her and she smiled, closing her eyes and straightening her back, “Keep your back upright, but do not tense... Breathe deeply and open yourself....” 

Sharron sighed through her nose and feeling herself release from her physical attachments, free from her body and thoughts. Nothing but a pure, empty expanse for her magic to fill. Her mind, her thoughts, all of it left for her magic to uncurl itself and fill her being. 

Deep inhale. And hold. 

She heard Gale following her lead. 

Slow exhale.  

“Feel your magic flow through you. Filling your mortal coil. From the tips of your fingers... to the soles of your feet.” 

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

Teach Me? [Sharron/Gale]

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

A knock at the door. The wizard paused, then peeked through one of the windows in the front of the shop, having to displace the curtains drawn over them to keep daylight out.

Ah, exactly who he’d been expecting and no one more. Glad to not have to turn away potential customers, he quickly unlocked the deadbolt— holding the door open for the oracle with a smile and a light bow of his head.

“My apologies. I am still trying to get used to having to field customers. I am not quite used to having a … permanent location, just yet.” He stood aside, allowing her room to come in, casting only a brief, furtive glance over her head to be sure she was alone. “Make yourself at home. I hope this space will suffice..?”

[etherealoracle]

She smiled as she heard the bolt unlocked and the door swing open. She stepped into the vicinity and sighed, letting go of the tension in her neck and feeling her magic scope the general layout of the room. Sharron smiled and nodded, “Yes this space is perfect.” 

Sharron retracted her cane with the slightest of ease and slipped it into her bag. One thing she noticed pretty quickly was the scent of coffee and she turned in Gale’s direction, “Would you mind if we held off on the coffee until after our lesson? It makes me terribly jittery.” 

She found a proper place to leave her bag and set it down with care, and slipped out of her shoes. It didn’t really help with meditation or divination, but it made her feel more comfortable. It felt nice to feel things under her bare feet.

“Let’s begin with our meditation.” 

[etherealoracle]

Audio Diary of a Blind Oracle>> 1/25/2016

“I thought about my family today.” 

She sighed, the recording having a strange fumbling noise at this point, “I don’t know what brought this on, I just remembered them. 

“My family was rather big, my father was pretty fond of his oracles but he did say that my mother was his favorite. It’s why he had two kids with her. Mom,  was such a kind woman, soft and nurturing. Her voice was a bit firm, but it was friendly. Apparently my older sister was like her, appearance wise. 

“My sister, Maia, she seemed to be a bit like father. A little flirtatious and mischievous, but also very caring. She was very protective over me because I was blind, so it was always a trip when she found me running wild in the forest or cliff diving. She about had a heart attack. 

“It hurts to talk about them, but... in a strangely cathartic kind of way. They’re... they’re dead, but I like to celebrate their life.

“...I wonder where my father is.”

She sighed deeply before continuing, “I miss him.” 

The recording ends. 

[the-fortuneteller-blog]

Teach Me? [Sharron/Gale]

@etherealoracle

When he’d set out to build his shop, the fortune teller had already had half his mind on being discreet. The store-front, the menu— he’d been careful at each step to make everything seem just hoax-y enough to slide under radar, should someone nosy come poking in looking to do him harm for doing magic.

Just legitimate enough to sell, and just fake enough to coast on by.

This afternoon he had tasked himself with a whole new level of flying under the radar. He’d asked Sharron to visit him at his new digs, to see the space he’d grown so fond of over the last few weeks he’d been (sort of) able to call himself the owner of. And now, he would have to close it down just enough to not look as though it could be home to a potential magic lesson.

Front door, locked. His open sign, taken down. Even his menu would be put away. As he did one final sweep to be sure everything looked nondescript, he was sure he, and the shop, were ready. All that was left was to wait for his potential instructor— and perhaps to put on a fresh pot of coffee to brew to be able to offer her.

[etherealoracle]

It was a relief to know people that were like her. Immortals that used magic, but Gale always was in a particularly special place in her heart. He used divination and was working his magic towards the goal of clairvoyance. He was already so close to it too, she was impressed for he had not naturally had these powers. 

It quite honestly reminded her of when she trained herself so she could use some of her magic to navigate and ‘see’ her surroundings. Almost like a sonar. And honestly it helped her a little in finding his new business. 

She moved deliberately and carefully, her cane tapping softly against the pavement as she found the store. Sharron pushed on the door but found that it was locked. She knocked on the door, “Gale? Could you let me in?” 

[etherealoracle]

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blank leaf || daryl & sharron

@etherealoracle

It was rare Daryl ever felt the urge to call his mother — but after spending a good half-hour trying to memorise the Black Orchid’s genre layout without much luck, he was beginning to realise he hadn’t been the most attentive son. When she’d left the place to him, he’d foolishly thought managing it would be easy… But he was a scientist, not a shop-keeper, so of course he’d be out of his depth!

   This was something he mulled over, bitterly, whilst lingering near the counter, and his choice of location had something to do with the woman on the opposite side of it. She was, after all, a highly-regarded employee — and there was something about her that invited his trust. Perhaps it was the way she stood, quietly confident, or there was a knowing quality in her regal manner of dress. Either way, Daryl got the impression she knew what she was doing.

   Enough was enough. It was time to swallow his pride. Stepping out from the bookcase he’d been strategically placed behind (obviously he wasn’t hiding), he cleared his throat to announce himself.

   "Sharron, isn’t it? I believe the last time we met was a long time ago, but my mother — she spoke highly of you.“ He crinkled his nose, attempting to formulate a sentence that would sound more conversational than desperate. "It must be tricky to keep on top of this place.”

[etherealoracle]

Work at the Black Orchid was always something of a cathartic job, the repetitive action of stocking and organizing books was a bit of a relief. This shop has been memorized top to bottom, something necessary if she didn’t want to be using her cane the whole time she worked.

But the shop was fairly quiet aside from some mutterings from the new owner, none of which she could pick up but she got the feeling he was frustrated over something. Regardless she hummed softly and went to collect a few more books for stocking when he spoke up and addressed her. 

She paused, a bit surprised by the seemingly random interaction but she smiled all the same, “Is that so? Your mother was a kind woman, it’s nice to hear her speak kindly of me. But this store isn’t so hard to keep on top of when you memorize the store layout.” 

Sharron knew that he was looking for something but what she wasn’t sure, yet she was amused by how he was going about it. 

[etherealoracle]

The Major and The Mystic || Lynette & Sharron

[taciturn-commander-blog]

▶— Upon hearing that the oracles didn’t have any offensive abilities, nor any connections to the dragons that went deeper than mere reverence, she lost some interest. Though one comment the woman made managed to catch her attention.

…A dragon, intimate with a being of the earth. And how she said he had been ‘fond’ of her mother… only an idiot wouldn’t have realized what she was implying with that. The major, usually so composed and stoic, couldn’t help but let some of her surprise seep into her voice as she speaks next. “So you mean to tell me you have the blood of the Elder Dragon of Water running through your veins…? Unbelievable.” Voice coated in shock and disbelief, Lynette crosses her arms under her chest and delicately places a hand to her chin.

Assuming this woman wasn’t lying and was actually not only one of the ancient oracles, but one descended from the Elder Dragon Aquaticus himself, then she must have had a great amount of rune power. Lynette would assume oracles had a sufficient amount of rune power in general, to be able to possess such a rare and unnatural ability as clairvoyance.

Though the Major had no express interest in seeing into the future, this woman was an interesting one, nevertheless. Someone like her would be just the type of person the old man would be interested in. Instead of going after worthless people like that one man they had spirited away, he should be looking to people like her. People he could find real use out of.

[etherealoracle]

“That is exactly what I am telling you.” She grinned and laughed softly, “Though I haven’t seen him since I was young. It’s a shame.” 

She gave a sigh and stared off unseeingly in front of her, “The oracles used to be so proud. So powerful. I still... just don’t understand why someone would destroy us.” 

Sharron took a deeper sigh and closed her eyes, “Tell me. Is there anything left you wish to know before I simply continue my work or can I get back to what I was doing.”  

[etherealoracle]

The Major and The Mystic || Lynette & Sharron

[etherealoracle]

Sharron’s brow furrowed, but she was actually surprised that there was any information on oracles at all. She chewed her cheek and set her papers aside, “In all truth, I’m not sure how accurate your information is. Or what village the information was on.” 

Well she was talking about it now.

“The one I know best is about the oracles that followed the dragon Aquaticus, those who lived by the sea.” She closed her eyes and bridged her fingers, thinking about it intently. But she knew something was off about the way this woman approached her, but her interest in her culture… 

“What information are you looking for about oracles? I could probably answer.”

[taciturn-commander-blog]

▶— “Village…” She repeats lowly, placing a hand to her chin. With the way this woman was speaking, it seemed as though oracle lifestyles and traditions differed depending on what village they resided in. That she did not know.

At the mention of one of the Elder Dragons, Lynette quirks a brow. “So the oracles revered the dragons, then?” She wondered if they had any relation to the dragons that went deeper than that, like special powers or abilities…

“Some more information on their powers or abilities would be interesting.” Lynette says, sweeping some hair away from her face as she does so. “Or any possible relations they may have to the Elder Dragons. That would be good, too.”

[etherealoracle]

Something about the way this woman was speaking was... off. Though whatever it was that this woman wanted to get out of the oracles, her venture was pointless. Sharron had nothing to offer her aside some information. Sharron would have to keep a careful watch on her actions in the time threads.

“Yes you could say that. The oracles themselves were the god’s connection to the earth. The creatures that revered and truly loved them. Though in my particular case, Aquaticus had a tendency to forge a more... intimate. Relationship with his oracles.” 

She laughed softly, “He was fond of my mother. I digress. Oracles had no offensive magic. They couldn’t fight in the traditional sense. But what they could do was look into the future, and with careful hands they could manipulate the flow of time.” 

She knitted her fingers together and rested her chin on top of them, “Time is a fickle mistress however. Random variables and small alterations that could cause wild shifts in reality. Personally I don’t recommend trying.”

[yomogidumpling]

Relaxation | Rachel & Sharron

@etherealoracle

For a while, all Rachel had been doing was working. It was always something keeping her busy. She’d either spend way too long and the bakery, or have to deal with the shipments coming in over at the animal shop. Either way, she found no time to just sit back and relax.

However, her employees had surprised her and had taken care of everything for the day. They told her to take the day off and, albeit a bit reluctantly, Rachel complied and found herself wondering how to spend the day. She could go find Lillie and hang out with her, but she was probably busy at work. She could also go find Muffy and hang out with her, but again, she was probably busy at work. The only person left (besides Gray, but she figured it’d be best to wait a bit before seeing one another again) was Sharron. Goddess, Rachel hadn’t seen her in so long! 

The blonde made her way to Sharron’s place, a small gift in a bag. She went to the door and knocked on the door. “Sharron, it’s me, Rachel!”

[etherealoracle]

It had been a long week for Sharron, having less time than she normally would for herself. The bookstore needed her more this week and she didn’t have many hours at the library. It was a bit of an uphill climb considering what she was doing was translating old text from long dead languages. So it had to cut in to her personal time at home. 

But today she had the day completely to herself and got to spend it relaxing with her cat. She had been spending the better part of her day listening to podcasts and reading, but when it was later in the day she heard someone at the door. 

Though of course it didn’t take long to know who it was.

Sharron carefully made her way to the door and opened it, “Rachel! It’s been a while hasn’t it. I haven’t seen you in... actually I forgot how long it’s been.” 

[etherealoracle]

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[etherealoracle]

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[etherealoracle]

The Way We Were || Sharron & Ethelberd

@spes-interfectorem

Time seemed to slow whenever it was cold, though that could be partly be because the snow made it harder for her to walk home. Her cane lightly tapped against the ice, Sharron getting nervous every time she had to cross it. She could never tell where the slippery road ends and normal snow begins. 

She must’ve looked a sight. She was awkwardly skirting along like the grandma she was.

Though of course that didn’t stay that way. 

Her foot hit a particularly slippery patch and she flailed and screeched, colliding with the man behind her. The back of her head smacked into his chest, causing the man to grunt in pain, and the two of them hit the ground. The pair groaned, Sharron rubbing her hip and awkwardly sitting up, “Ow... I’m sorry about that.” 

She blinked, registering that this aura was familiar. One that she knew very long ago. She faced him and was genuinely confused. There was no way it was him. He had to be dead! But that didn’t stop her from asking, “Berdie?”

[etherealoracle]

The Major and The Mystic || Lynette & Sharron

[taciturn-commander-blog]

▶— After that first visit, Lynette made it a sort of habit to visit the Lost Pages Library on evenings after work. Originally, she frequented the place for the vast density of magical knowledge they held on their shelves, but the place also had a relaxing, timeless feel to it, and Lynette found it very… calming? Therapeutic, she supposed. It calmed her in a way that nothing else in this city did. Not even her supposed ‘home’, what with the old man and that dragon being there and constantly bothering her.

As she walks through the library, she notices a person in the corner of her uncovered eye. A rather… wraith-like woman who seemed to be concentrated intensely on whatever she was writing. The sight would not seem so strange, seeing as how they were in a place of study, but the woman’s strange appearance and the way her eyes didn’t seem to be focused on the actual page piqued the major’s interest, and she found herself approaching the woman.

Lynette is sure the woman has at least noticed her presence – seeing as how loud the hardwood floor made her steps – but her focus remains on her writings, and this only furthers her interest. Once she’s close enough, rose haired woman looks down at the paper, and sees something about 'oracles’. Oracles? That magical race that was lost in time, as they say. Unlike the other magical races, not much was known about the oracles, as information on them, their powers and their way of life was very scarce. Very similar to the ancient Earthmates, except the latter at least had a little more documentation.

Before she realizes, she’s asking the woman about her work, the vague answer she gets in response not surprising her much. This woman was obviously related to this lost race somehow… her appearance wad unlike anyone’s she’s ever encountered before, for one, and how else would she know such difficult to obtain information?

Well, Lynette certainly wasn’t going to be giving up so easily. This woman knew something, and she wanted to know what it was. “That’s… interesting, seeing as how information on the oracles is very scarce. I’m curious as to how you obtained such sensitive information.” She refrains from commenting on the woman’s obviously unnatural appearance, not wanting to make her even more guarded, and crosses her arms. “I myself have been studying magical lore for years, and I’ve barely been able to find anything on the subject.”

[etherealoracle]

Sharron’s brow furrowed, but she was actually surprised that there was any information on oracles at all. She chewed her cheek and set her papers aside, “In all truth, I’m not sure how accurate your information is. Or what village the information was on.” 

Well she was talking about it now.

“The one I know best is about the oracles that followed the dragon Aquaticus, those who lived by the sea.” She closed her eyes and bridged her fingers, thinking about it intently. But she knew something was off about the way this woman approached her, but her interest in her culture... 

“What information are you looking for about oracles? I could probably answer.”

[thenervousnurse]

[BTTP] Romantic Tendencies || Sharron & Violet

[thenervousnurse]

“O-Oh…” Violet spoke, expression falling when she heard the details. So Sharron didn’t end up marrying her prince…and now he was long since gone. Though she couldn’t help but smile sadly as Sharron reminisced about her prince from long ago. It was so sad that they couldn’t be together, and suddenly she felt a little sad about the book she just read. Knowing that the real Eloise never had her happily ever after was sad…

“I-I’m s-sorry for bringing it up…” Violet placed the book on the table and looked at it once more, “B-But I-I’m happy that you could be with him even a little. H-He sounded amazing while reading the story. T-Though…I don’t know what love feels like…”

[etherealoracle]

“Oh it’s no problem, Violet.” Sharron gave the girl a reassuring smile, “Living as long as I do, you see some things. Or... well experience.” 

She waved a hand in front of her milky eyes and gave a small chuckle, “But... love is a strange beast. There were a lot of little things I couldn’t exactly translate right to words on a page.” 

“Arguments, discussions that went nowhere, the amount of times he dragged me away from fights- I was actually kind of a wild child when I was young. And I just couldn’t fit the amount of nothing that happened. Because this,” She tapped the cover of the book, “This is the most condensed I could make it. The story in here took maybe two years when in reality it was... twelve I think?”

Sharron paused and cleared her throat, “But ah... I’m rambling a bit.”