sybill trelawney

self-proclaimed best seer. contact for a personal reading appointment

[rathmoore]

[bbcharity]

where: hogwarts who: @its-sybill

While they hadn't been her best days ever, Charity felt quite fond of the old castle as she had forged quite the friendships throughout her time there. A visit nowadays seemed a bit strange though, like she'd already turned a page and wasn't sure what good could come out of it. However, she didn't hesitate at the thought of visiting her friend before the school year began. "Is your chamber included in your salary? It's actually better than I pictured it."

[its-sybill]

"And this is my cat calendar, I made it myself. But it's missing June so that was a really hard month for me." Sybill was excited to show Charity around her private tower as it was the first time anyone had taken an interest in coming up to see her. She even offered evening tea with Flitwick but he declined. "It was! I can't believe they have really good mattresses in here. Makes you wonder why they bother to have given us those disturbing beds when they have the means to provide this. I also do love the view." From there, you could see the lake just outside. "That I believe completes the tour so now it is your turn. What's been new for you?"

[ptpeter]

Peter leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck thoughtfully. “I’m not sure I quite follow how this works,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “So, I ask a question, and the cards sort of… answer for me? Seems a bit mysterious— and honestly, a little unsettling.” He took a slow sip of his beer before continuing, “But if it can help me avoid a bad day —or worse— then maybe it’s worth a shot. What kind of questions should I ask? And how do I know if the cards are really telling the truth?” He looked up at Sybill, a flicker of hope behind his cautious expression. “Guess I’m hoping for something a bit less ‘Tower’ and more ‘calm waters,’ if that’s not too much to ask.”

[its-sybill]

"I'm sensing that you doubt something. Don't doubt yourself. You're not doing anything wrong, if that's what you're thinking. The cards tell us what we need to know, that's all. It is very simple, don't worry. Your questions are why I am here," she said confidently with a small nod. "You are asking many questions. Let's just continue, and then I'm sure it will get better." Sybill gives an encouraging but stiff smile as she proceeds to unfold more cards over the table, her face falling with a grimace each time. The three cards showed The Hermit, The Fool, and Five of Swords. "Oh, well, that's not-but it is different and change is good." Her eyes glance between Peter and the jar of galleons. "Would you like to know more?"

[franklongbottom-fm]

Bad news, and the need for more security for his family. Frank didn't think he liked that combo but there were worse lots he could draw at the moment. Anything he could do to keep them safe, he'd do. It wasn't even a question.

"Yeah, my wife and I are both Aurors." He said, thinking through the best options for security. They'd come up with something together. It would be okay. "I'm sure we can find a way to keep everyone safe."

Frank looked down at the cards again and then back up at Sybill, frowning slightly. He couldn't help the feeling she'd left something out. "Well, that's a bit of an ominous reading. But these are ominous times. Are you sure that's all?"

[its-sybill]

"Oh, see, so that makes sense," she beamed confidently as Frank began to tell her more about his life. It was always good when people would add information. It helped to explain what the cards were saying better. "I have no doubt that you will. I recommend asking around; there must be someone who can help you with more security." Sybill wondered if any magical objects could help with being watched besides hiring someone to do that. Was that even possible? Her eyes caught on the table as she felt an aura grab her by the hand. It was as if the air turned cold and dark for a moment before plunging back to normal. "Hm?" she asked, pulling herself out of the thought. "Yes, yeah, that's all. Why do you ask?"

[tonks-ted]

Ted knew better than most how it felt to be tormented. Starting Hogwarts had been a sharp learning curve, in more ways than merely magic. He'd always been bright and popular as a child. But here, he was at the bottom of the food chain and predators like Carrow were far too willing to take a bite. Sybill didn't deserve to be taunted. No one did. Teenagers were mean. The slightest difference, the slightest weakness, they could jump on it like wolves. Sybill was certainly different. Ted didn't mind. It only made her more interesting. If everyone followed the crowd, it'd be really boring, wouldn't it?

"Well, it was a bit hard to miss," he said honestly, giving her shoulder a light squeeze, his arm still hooked around it. In the next breath, he laughed lightly, relieved to see some of her spark in her next words. "Coconuts? Snakes might be better, seeing as they love them so much. Let them get a taste of poison for once." Sitting next to her, he dropped his bag onto the next step and shook his head. "No, you're not a fool. You have a big heart and you see the best in people. There's nothing wrong with that. But you're too good for him. I hope you see that now. Is it me or is this staircase moving really slowly?"

[its-sybill]

Sybill had a tolerance for people who belittled her, but her skin had thickened to comments. Yes, she knew she wasn't everyone's cup of tea and that's why she was her own hot coffee. It was varied, though. Sometimes she wasn't afraid of some comments, going over her head. Other times, she was afraid of her own shadow and referred to her as an inside cat too afraid to step out of the door. Her heart had chosen Amycus Carrow, and it didn't only feel like he had shut the door on her, but she also got dizzy from a circle of other people laughing at her. Soon, they were all so blurred in her vision that they became one laughing face. Sybill dropped her head into her hands and sniffled, only raising when she heard Ted.

"Of course, they would like snakes, but coconuts would be unexpected, you see. And inconvenient." It was probably the worst solution she had at the momen,t but she clung to it out of desperation. If she thought about what happened longer than she should, she would lose herself. "Maybe there is good in hi,m and he doesn't know it. I could help him," she sniffled. "And-and they can all kick rocks. Or eat them. Or whatever it is, I don't care." Sybill didn't even look up, only shrugged. "Moving. Just another dumb decision I've made. Add it to the list. So, what do you suggest?"

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Sybill Trelawney @its-sybill Where: Bellatrix & Rodolphus's home When: evening

Bellatrix Lestrange and Sybill Trelawney. Possibly the most unlikely duo in the magical world, but here they sat in Bellatrix's parlour, either side of a small round table. They weren't friends. But they'd seen quite a bit of each other over the years. Bellatrix had an interest and talent for divination, not that she broadcasted it. Telling fortunes or futures wasn't her style or her skill. But her gut instincts were sharp and rarely incorrect. She could look at something and get a sense of what would work and what wouldn't, what something meant, what a person might be intending. It wasn't reading minds. It wasn't logical. It was raw and untainted intuition. She was defined by passionate emotions and a faith that was so brutally strong, it almost hurt her with the force of its fury. The Dark Lord knew divination's worth. He believed in prophecies and natural power. He had taught her occlumency, and through this, she'd refined her instincts.

But none of it was helping her find Regulus. She'd admit it to no one, but she was starting to despair, running out of people to harass about his whereabouts. So she thought of Sybill and invited her to Lestrange Manor. Usually, they did a few readings or two, Bellatrix taking everything with a pinch of salt, finding the other witch utterly hilarious and equally ridiculous. But sometimes - just sometimes - a little trinket or two turned out to be true, or trueish. She didn't believe her claims to be a Seer. But since Sybill had ended up in Hogwarts, she assumed she was important to Dumbledore. So she mingled personal with professional interest and here they were.

"Let's see what the cards have to say, hm?" Fixing Sybill with a smile that was as ravenous as it was enthralled, Bellatrix pushed the pack towards the other witch. It was an old set, well-worn and often used. "But next time, you must arrange for me to visit Hogwarts. I'd be interested to see how the place has changed." A pause. "Dumbledore treating you well, is he..?"

[its-sybill]

Bellatrix Lestrange might be her strangest client. In fact, Bellatrix was probably her only client. The two had met regularly since graduating and Sybill thought it was because they had something in common, stood on the same ground. Sybill knew Bellatrix had the resources for other Seers, but she was happy in knowing that Bellatrix might have looked through all of them and found Sybill to be the best. "Of course, my dear, let us see what the cards ask of us," she said, shuffling the cards and spreading them across the table, presenting the Nine of Swords, Four of Cups and The Moon. "Alright, first is The Nine of Swords...this can represent an immense burden of worry, stress, anxiety, perhaps guilt, regret, anguish. Something is happening that you're blaming yourself, tormenting yourself. Now, the Four of Cups here is reversed. It seems you are refusing to acknowledge somthing-suggesting a roadblock. Something is holding you back. Finally, we have the Moon. There is something that is confusing you; you're wanting to find a path forward, but can't find the path at all. It is our hidden anxieties, confusion, fear of the unknown, and things that are not as they seem." Sybill looked over the cards, then back up at Bellatrix. "Together, it seems these cards are telling a story of profound emotional difficulty, a cycle of anxiety, and avoiding hard truths. Perhaps this is not the news you wished to hear today, or is there something else on your mind?"

[xmollyweasleyx]

Molly shifted in her chair, the wood creaking beneath her weight as her hand drifted absently to the swell beneath her dress. She hadn’t planned to say anything. Not to Sybill, not to anyone. Not yet. But when the card started fell -- the Empress -- her heart gave a small stutter.

“My day?” she echoed, voice light, almost airy. “Well. I found a coin on the road. Heads up. Lucky, right?”

But her eyes betrayed her, fixated on the card the symbol as loud as bells in her mind. The Empress in particular stared up at her like an accusation wrapped in silk. She’d drawn that card once before, years ago, and it hadn’t meant anything then. But now?

“You say not to answer a man tomorrow,” she murmured, trying to keep her voice even. “Even if he asks nicely?” Molly gave a short laugh, shaky and dry. Chewing her lip she mumbled, “Nevermind.”

Molly leaned back slightly, eyes never leaving the card. She could feel the baby stir -- just the faintest flutter. “Yes,” she said, more to herself than to Sybill. “I think I understand," she said as she cradled her stomach.

[its-sybill]

"That could be a good sign," she nods with some confidence. Sybill wasn't a supporter of the cheaper good and bad luck signs. She owned a black cat and was always seen walking under ladders in the school library. So far, her life was great. Sybill looked over the spread of cards in front of Molly and didn't see any reason to doubt the intention of a man. "If you get a weird feeling, best to tread lightly. For me, that happens a lot around men, but this is different. Simply walk the other way that day and oh-yes, we can always do another if you wish. Are you interested on getting any answers on life, work, or love?"

[ptpeter]

Peter was not sold on the words the witch was speaking, they didn't really make sense and he felt even more confused than he'd been when she'd first began mixing the cards. "Wait, so what you are saying is that I shouldn't interact with people altogether? What's at stake here?" He wondered, scratching his head once more as he tried to figure out what it could possibly mean. The wizard took a seat, taking a sip from his pint of beer, hoping the alcohol would help him see things differently. An idea popped into his head all of a sudden and he decided to go with it. "How does this work? Like, can I ask a question and get an answer?"

[its-sybill]

"I'm afraid I'm not responsible for what happens next in your life after you leave. I can only give you some warnings to steer you in the right direction," she said. It was good to give disclaimers because one time shortly after graduating, she promised one witch she would fine a soulmate by August. She took her bad mouth to Sybill and somehow didn't both to question if she were perhaps the problem. "You can definitely ask a question. But I can't tell you an answer, the cards will talk to us."

[pandoraxnott]

Pandora let out a soft, amused sigh, watching Sybill shuffle the cards with practiced hands. “My day’s been... eventful enough,” she said carefully, folding her hands in her lap. “Not exactly the quiet kind of day one hopes for.” She raised an eyebrow at Sybill’s warning and chuckled lightly. “A man asking questions, huh? I’ll keep my guard up." The witch wasn't expecting a man to speak to her, unless her brother or bosses. "I hope the next one is better."

[its-sybill]

"That sounds like the beginning of a good story, not the end of a conversation. Do tell me what happened. Do you need me to do anything?" It was a soft effort on her account, not thinking that she would need to curse people down for the sake of her friends, but she would if asked. "Very good. The next man to come up to you? Or another round? Perhaps something good could come from a man."

[hcalingherbs]

Estelle was unsure what to make of that answer as she had been of the first and still, she nodded, simply to get away from the topic at hand. How ever thankful as she may have been of anything to help make sense of this odd turn her life had taken, the blonde couldn’t make up her mind as to what this all may mean. “What about the path my life is headed?”

It was a seemingly simple question, yet with recent revelations those words held far more meaning than Estelle cared to admit. “What about people I care about?” That was as far as she was going to explain, simply because her mind was one fire with the thought alone. - @its-sybill

[its-sybill]

Sybill returned Estelle's questions with a blank stare. The cards couldn't tell her about Estelle's life and her choices, not even the person that the cards modeled their answers after. Instead, she gave a generous shrug and leaned back in her chair. This was why she couldn't do couple sessions; people cared so much about the value in their relationships, as if it was what was holding them together. There was some beauty in that belief but also naivety. "I can definitely tell you more," she said. "For another session I'm afraid. A few sickles more and I can pull more cards. This person could bring you some good news or he could destroy your week. It's fun, isn't it?"

[franklongbottom-fm]

“You’re right, they did.” Even Dumbledore did, recruiting him for the Order. Not that it had been a particularly hard sell at all, but still. He didn’t need to avoid either of them.

Any thoughts of work fled from his head as Sybill continued to speak. “We’re having a child. It’s not— Al and the baby are okay, the Healer promised. Whatever the bad news is, it doesn’t have to be related to them does it?” He’d give anything to keep them safe. It couldn’t be them in trouble, it just couldn’t.

[its-sybill]

Sybill's gaze lingered on Frank a moment as if trying to read the details, but she didn't catch onto anything. She looked over the spread of cards and questions from Frank were expected. People always got ahead of themselves with tarot readings, wanting the answers before she can even conjure meaning. "Let's slow down," she says, her hand raising. "Yes...I can see it. The baby will be okay, but it won't be easy. Maybe it is just introducing a child into the world during a conflicting war...in that case, you need security. You are an auror right? I'm sure you know all about that." There was something else that she was getting from the cards, a certain danger that she read with cautious optimism. There was a war going on, no one was oblivious to that. "That's all," she smiled, hopefully not conveying the other part of the reading.

[tonks-ted]

Starter for Sybill Trelawney @its-sybill Where: Hogwarts, heading towards the Ravenclaw Common Room When: 1966/1967

"Sybill, wait!"

Brushing aside a few younger students, Ted hurried after Sybill's retreating figure. She'd had a run-in with some Slytherins. Something about a crush on Carrow, which the whole sorry lot of them found hilarious. Bloody bullies. He didn't know what he found worse; the fact they'd made her cry, or the fact they'd sat and laughed about it. Either way got his temper flaring. It'd been pointless and cruel.

Hurrying through the corridor, he pushed his school bag higher onto his shoulder and jump onto a staircase just as it started to move. He didn't mind the jolting, even though he did almost tumble - not for the first time wondering (hoping) if there was some kind of charm to stop students from actually falling to their deaths on these contraptions. It'd forced her to stop rushing around, so for now he was pleased and paced up the steps more casually to join her. He stopped beside her and looked at her kindly.

"Are you alright?" Obviously not, idiot. Observing her tears, he frowned and placed an arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry. They'll find someone else to tease tomorrow. That's what they're like."

[its-sybill]

Sybill could hear their laughter as soon as she turned her back on them. She knew it was a risk to even think that she could like someone like Amycus Carrow, but she didn't think it would end like that. But she saw it. There had been a vision she had been following, but maybe it was blind delusions now. She remembered the way Avery, Rosier, and whoever else was there mock her feelings. Already she was mumbling a curse underneath her breath, one that would make them regret what they did to her.

Everyone assumed who she was before they talked to her and she hated that sometimes she fueld those judgments. She was an easy target, but she didn't dare give them the satisfaction. Not anymore. Sybill heard Ted close behind on her heels, her fellow Ravenclaw friend. What was he doing? She finally turned to face him once they were out of the wing of the castle where the last pieces of her were, enough distance away. It was bad enough that she experienced rejection so roughly like that, but to have her friends and other students witness it didn't hit her until now.

"You saw that?" she asked Ted softly, shaking her head. "I will be fine...they're all idiots. And they'll regret it. I should transfigure their pillows into coconuts or curse them into going a day not using the letter 'S.'" Even the thought of revenge couldn't leave her now and she sighed as she lowered herself down to the steps. "I was such a fool for thinking he would...feel anything back, aren't I?"

[its-sybill]

Sybill frowned at Charity, thinking that while there were some professors over a certain age limit, it shouldn't disqualify them from being friends of hers. In fact, there was a chance that because of their age, they were lonelier than they would be willing to admit. "I think my chances are better than some others. Imagine being given a raincheck by Flitwick for a drink. I don't think I'd be able to see him again." Sybill was thankful her friend was there or she would be the one drinking alone. Perhaps that was her fate, but she knew what her fate was, a reading that she wouldn't share with just anyone. "A cat would at least encourage a new set of skills. You can still dress them up like a baby if they allow you. My cat has a low tolerance. Oh, that is true, she did do us a favor with that one. Now let's hope other pureblood women can follow through and realize their futures don't have to be so, well, grim."

[bbcharity]

There were plenty of topics in which the two would never see eye to eye, Sybill was rather trusting and a true believer in people, while Charity tended to be a bit pessimistic on all matters related to others. Still, there was something refreshing about how both were honest to the core, never failing to bring a smile to her lips. "At least you won't be hanging out with Filch, that'd be a bummer. But I'm sure McGonagall's going to love some tea, perhaps even a spiked one." The witch joked, though she thought it could absolutely be possible. Focusing on her drink, she simply nodded along to the rant about cats, shrugging her shoulders at last. "I heard cats were more independent, and a tad antisocial, I think I could get along with one-- the low tolerance might be a shared trait after all." A joke, or not that much of one since there was truth in her words. "Don't even get me started on that, I'm not a pureblood but I might be married away too. Does my future look that grim, Syb?"

[its-sybill]

END.

[its-sybill]

"Oh you'll be the first one I reach out to. It is too good of an opportunity to waste on a retched day, but maybe I can use it when it's more...needed," she said politely and smiled, already feeling much better next to her friend. Sybill slowly nodded her head, doing her beset to keep up with Lydia and went silent enough to finish her glass of wine. "Well, he doesn't sound like a very good person and you should only spend your life with those who want to be in it. If you share with me his birthchart, I might be able to see when his next bad day is. It's usually Thursdays for me. Or whatever day it is today." She shared a sympathetic smile with her. Sybill wasn't one for much gossip as people didn't usually tell her things. "Oh, I must be behind in the news then. I could've sworn that he was with someone. Perhaps I am only looking ahead and he will be with someone soon. If that's the case, I hope you have a good time."

[lydiatravers]

"I'll start writing up a speech so I'm ready just in case." She'd make schoolkids cry she didn't care. They made Sybill cry first, after all. Turnabout was fair play. "Oh, I'll definitely get you his birth chart. It's good to know when he'll be grumpiest." Lydia wasn't always the best at sussing him out, any help would be amazing. "For his sake I hope you're seeing his future, he deserves to be happy with someone. I am having fun, though. He's fun."

[its-sybill]

. END .

[ptpeter]

Peter didn't quite know how he'd end up in this situation, perhaps boredom had gotten the best of him or simply the fact that he hated to disappoint, so when offered a reading he didn't refuse. The wizard stared at Sybill as she mixed the cards, his eyes following each one as she turned them over, not understanding one bit of it. Almost lost in his thoughts, her words caught him aback, a blank expression taking over his features as she tried to make sense of it. "Wait, a man? How will I know who that man is? I work at a shop, men come in all the time and they all have questions." He cleared his throat, uncomfortable but trying to remain positive, a washed smile on his lips. "Okay, what more does it say?"

[its-sybill]

Sybill sighed out a tiny huff of air. "Yes, well, it's less about which man and more about the feeling of the interaction. Not every question is, you know, an actual question. Some are traps. Some are just… existentially draining. Hopefully, you can assess who." She waved a vague hand. "But I'm sure you'll feel it. Like an internal siren, perhaps. An intuition." It amazed her that not everyone was lucky enough to have the skills she did and they were forced to be blind to their own futures. She managed to suppress a smile, picking up the next card. "Okay, next up we have… The Tower." Sybill's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, holding a dramatic beat. "Oh. Well. That's… not better. That means things are about to get...different." There were worse ways to put it, but she decided to spare that from Peter. "So maybe just avoid all men tomorrow. And large structures. And probably stairs. Might be safer to call in sick."

[franklongbottom-fm]

Sybill had... personality. Frank couldn't deny that. She was a kind of person that took some getting used to. But she was kind. And she meant well. Plus, she could easily get messages along to Dumbledore. So he could stomach some time in Puddifoot's and a card reading. He didn't even mind the card reading portion. "Hopefully the person's not my boss, that could get a bit awkward. What's the next one say, then?"

[its-sybill]

"You shouldn't feel nervous about conversations with your boss. They hired you for a reason," Sybill said, her voice attempting a casual confidence. "At the end of the day, it's never personal." It was advice she desperately needed to swallow herself, especially with the way she let the children's thoughts at her own work get under her skin. She offered a small, knowing smile across the table as she reshuffled the cards, only for them to lay out three, the third one making her brow quirk.

"First, the Ace of Pentacles," she began, tracing its outline. "Then, The Chariot." Her gaze flickered to Frank. "I sense a strong new beginning coming your way, Frank, and the Chariot absolutely shows your energy—vibrant, moving forward. But then…" Her finger landed on the third card, the Three of Swords, and her voice trailed off. A faint frown touched her lips. "This third card, it… it suggests a problem with this new addition. Something that might introduce a sharp disappointment or a difficult truth. It's… It's hard to tell the exact nature, though." Sybill looked up, meeting Frank's eyes, a strange sense of déjà vu washing over her. "Am I close?

[hcalingherbs]

Perhaps it was a crisis of sorts or a sort of desperation to gain control back over her life with any means necessary. Perhaps it was something else altogether. Estelle would have been entirely unable should anyone actually bother to ask. “Right, it doesn’t matter. I just need things to look up.” The witch glanced down at the cards. No, normally she wouldn’t be caught dead around someone like Sybill, given that she had a sort of reputation. An oddball, to a large degree.

“Do those cards say who? I can’t be avoiding anyone who asks things.” Estelle let out a sigh. How was she supposed to avoid questions from a man, any man, when she was working a stead job in the ministry with plenty of questions hailing down on her every single day? - @its-sybill

[its-sybill]

Sybill eyed the woman across the table and shuffled the deck again, offering a small smile. It was clear that something was troubling her and already the first drawing of cards didn't sit well. That could sometimes happen when the person didn't have their mind set on something before the cards were drawn or it didn't match with what they were looking for. "Someone you might already know. A friend. He might call upon you for help or ask you a question. Just tread carefully before saying yes."