When: Sunday, September 7, 1979
Where: A Brewed Awakening, Puddlemere
Who: open
“I think that one might be mine, actually.”
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“What?” Sybill’s eyes widened, her lips now frozen to the edge of the cup she had immediately taken a drink from. She reckoned if she moved, it would somehow be worse that she was drinking what didn’t belong to her. “Is this not-” her eyes wandered downward, and upon inspection, the color of the liquid was certainly not that of the lavender tea she ordered. Finally, she pulled the cup away from her lips, extending it towards the other, “Oh. That’s- Here. Sorry.”
The breeze had made her run a little more difficult, but she didn’t mind the challenge. If anything, it was a nice reminder of home and how her Ada would always say ‘an east wind is coming; it’ll be cold and bitter’. Ris can remember reading the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes each night with her dads and brothers. Whenever those particular words were uttered, she was always quick to follow up with the latter half of the quote, ‘a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared’. So a little wind could hardly get her down.
Smiling, Ris nodded at the other girl, “Yes, a little breeze is nice, though I suppose it’s starting to get a bit crisp. I reckon it’ll be colder soon,” she answered. The bluntness of the comment made her laugh a bit, as she weighed her answer, “I mean, I don’t think so, but then again I can’t be sure. There’s not usually many people up before I go to breakfast,” she admitted, “But I’m sorry if I startled you.”
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“That’s why fall is my least favorite season.” Sybill offered, as if she had been asked her opinion on the seasons. “It’s crisp, but it’s not cold. It doesn’t know what it wants.” At least winter knew to be cold, summer knew to be hot, and spring knew to be... wet. Fall was just odd.
Syb shook her head quickly, pulling her jacket closed just a bit tighter, “Oh, please, don’t apologize. You’ve every right to shout in the courtyard!” she paused, “Are you on your way to get breakfast now?” Normally she wouldn’t be so bold as to outright ask to join in on others’ plans, but it was the start of a new year at a new school, that would allow a little boldness. Plus, there were no inklings of ill will - the girl had a good energy about her.
When: September 5th, 1979
Location: Hogwarts Grounds
Who: open
Despite it being Saturday, Ris was always an early riser. She usually forced herself to stay in bed at least a little bit longer on Sunday’s, but otherwise she got up when her body was ready to. Maybe it was because she was never good at staying idle, or maybe it was because she didn’t want to miss anything due to sleep, but Ris was always up around the time the sun was. Saturday mornings were her favorite though. Most people took the weekend to sleep in a little longer, and because of that the grounds were blissfully quiet while the sun was slowly starting to peak up. It was the perfect time to go for a run, at least in her opinion, which was why Saturday morning was always spent doing a double loop around the grounds. If she timed it right, and more often than not she did, Ris finished up right before the start of breakfast.
Today was no different, and as she finished the last of her loop, she threw her arms up over her head as she slowed down to a brisk walk. Walking up from the Black Lake, she was looking forward to getting to breakfast early. As she neared the castle, she did a double take at seeing another person headed in the same direction. It wasn’t that Ris never saw people in the morning, it just was less common on a weekend. Without second thought, she greeted loud enough to catch the other person’s attention, “A nice morning to be on the grounds, yeah?”
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To say that Sybill jumped out of her own skin at the sound of someone else’s voice would barely be an exaggeration. In her defense, her head was still spinning from the first week of classes, and she was very focused on the way the breeze was moving. East to west, she figured, although she had absolutely no clue what that meant in the grand scale of things. Just good to know.
“Yeah- Yes, very nice. The weather’s... You know. Good! Breezy.” It wasn’t her fault full sentences were hard this early in the morning. “Is yelling before breakfast a customary thing for you?” Syb didn’t mean it harshly, though it very well may have come off as such - she just wanted to be prepared for any future morning startles.
hi guy i’m cassie & i’m excited to bring sybill here and start writing with y’all!! the following is a super chaotic intro just to get an idea of the gal!! i’m gonna make a connections page asap :-) i also forgot my discord login so uhhh i’ll be joining the discord later when i either 1. find my login or 2. make a new account dsjgskjdf
full name: sybill patricia trelawney (call her literally anything that can be made out of the name sybill she thinks its fun)
pronouns & gender identity: she/her, cis woman
birthdate: march 9, 1961
blood status: half-blood
3 positive traits: caring, loyal, whimsical
3 negative traits: eccentric, picky, dishonest
primary school: cornwall county day school for girls, 1979
house & year: ravenclaw, first year
degree: divination
clubs: potions, dueling, divination
basically the big tl;dr is she’s trying her BEST but also she’s a mess so
she is in fact a seer but she only actually Sees™ things like 20% of the time and the other 80% she’s making it up as she goes and at this point even she doesn’t know which of it’s real and which of it’s fake so GOOD LUCK
the fun thing is a lot of times the shit she makes up winds up coming true one way or another so she’s kinda like shit how good AM i?????
her older sister works for the ministry and her younger sister is a squib so she’s miss middle child and YES she is a Middle Child
her parents/family in general are good n supportive tho :-) if anything a lil too supportive n kinda suffocating
will tell ur fortune for the low price of 5 galleons
she has 2 cats, they’re twins, their names are marco and meeko, YES she is allergic to cats, YES it’s a very bad allergy, NO she will not get rid of the cats she simply is always taking whatever the wizarding equivalent of benadryl is, there’s gotta be some potion out there
she’s studying divination bc uhhhh as aforementioned she literally has no clue what she’s doing EVER when it comes to divination even though she’s allegedly SUPPOSED to so she’s trying to scramble up whatever knowledge she can find on the matter and hopefully actually put this “””gift””” of hers to good use
she literally doesn’t sleep, on a good night she gets like three hours tops, but according to her it’s fine she doesn’t need the sleep! she just thrives off of coffee and energy drinks and a healthy dose of manic energy
in her free time she can be found “reading tea leaves” (aka trying to figure out how the HELL you’re supposed to see shapes in there), “peering into her crystal ball” (looking at a glass sphere for 10 minutes because ONE TIME she actually saw something, but since then it’s been radio silence, and she needs to know if she made that one time up or if it’s actually real), but also she likes to garden (just herbs, mostly, magical plants and flowers don’t seem to like her) & paint & mix a potion or two! in the super late part of night when literally everyone else is asleep she’ll sit in the common area reading whatever book she’s decided on that night
often falls asleep in said common area, it’s rare she sleeps in her bed consistently for a week straight
very good bullshitter, quite dramatic, has an.... interesting fashion sense (we stan layers upon layers in this household, she knows her aesthetic and she stands by it)
those big ass glasses from the movies???? yes
the end, bio to come soon but this is getting rambly so that’s the basic idea of this gal!!! pls come love her or hate her or a lil bit of both if ya wanna be spicy
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