The headaches are staved off with a draught of peace and even if she asks Madam Pomfrey for something a little stronger, Sybill is reassured when the effects clear the muddled brain she’s been nursing for the past couple of days. It makes it that much easier to put on a brave face and, unfortunately for her peers, to amp up her “Seer” shtick. There are brief flashes that she still gets but it isn’t as big as she’s playing it out to be -- something that her parents have coached her on all of break.
As it is, she gasps, grabs onto the first person she sees who just so happens to be one Lily Jiao Evans. “My friend, have you been seeing things in the dark lately?” Her eyes look past the other. “Or have you felt something in the corner?”
Sybill’s not really well-liked -- this she knows. She finds comfort in the common room and if she has thick enough skin for the day, then she goes to the library. Today doesn’t account for the latter and even with school starting, the young witch knows that she needs to prep herself before facing ridicule. It’s not even their fault; she feeds into their taunts with her ‘visions’ and her eccentricity. It’s better than facing the disappointment back home if she doesn’t go through with it.
The Ravenclaw common room still has room amongst the couches and so Sybill finds herself plopping down on an empty space. Connections, she remembers her mother saying, and so she forces herself to turn to the nearest person -- who just so happens to be Gwenog Jones, an upperclassman. Perfect. “Hey, do you need a study buddy? Buddies to study with? Academic associates?”
Sybill would like to think that one corner in the Astronomy Tower is theirs. It’s silly of her to even indulge the idea of romanticizing that sacred space but in the moments when she’s alone, she lets herself. It settles something warm in her chest and it’s hers and hers alone. It’s something that nothing else can touch; not her parents, not their expectations, and not the unending responsibility of holding it together for them. Rodolphus holds privy to the parts of her that she can’t ever show anyone else and it feels nice -- freeing, even.
Conjuring up a blanket, Sybill sits by the edge and lets her feet dangle against the cool breeze. “I hope you brought something warm to drink,” she says into the wind upon hearing the soft pitter-patter of someone else approaching. “Because I only made this blanket for me.”
starter : open !
setting : the room of requirement !
date : september first !
the anonymity in a room full of spiked drinks and drunk teenagers was a comfort of sorts to a girl who didn’t know who she was . she knew she wasn’t happy , not an entirely uncommon state for her to be in . but what she did find , though , was that she wasn’t unhappy , either . balancing on a tightrope of simply being - one she’d found herself floundering on the center of often enough - leaves a salty taste in her mouth , a taste that brings her back to her four poster bed at home on a sticky summers night , wet cheeks and eyes that are too dark to sleep when closed but too heavy to keep open . she’s biting the inside of her cheek , and she swears she can feel that august heat in the flesh between her teeth by the time she reaches the drinks table , hand carelessly holding out her cup coated with cheap beer foam at the bottom , chin nudging in acknowledgment . ‘ you’ve got your own cup ? good . now you can fill mine , too . ’
In any other circumstance, the young Ravenclaw would find herself back in her dormitory, already tucked in under the covers, but her parents have been very adamant on the topic of creating connections with her school mates. No, not friendships because those are far too distracting and how could you ever trust anyone outside the family, Sybill? Connections and the word itself already sinks to the bottom of her stomach, now filled with cheap liquor. She stays near the walls because her ‘visions’ shouldn’t come at a party and if only her mother could see her now: trying desperately to find some sort of human connection in this rager. Sybill’s had some fond memories in this room; it’s the only place she can hear herself think without blurting it to the world. She’s ignored by the side and that’s fine — for now, at least — and she’s about to head back in towards the crowd. Maybe they’d fancy a palm reading? But then she’s being addressed; the facade is on once more and the mask she wears fits tight around the up-tick turns on the corners of her lip. “Here, just have mine. I haven’t drunk anything.” It’s her third cup of the night and there’s nothing that washes away the awful taste. “Are you having a good time?” There. That counts for something, right?
THERE WASN’T ENOUGH BOOZE IN the world for andromeda to pretend to be amused by what was going on around them. why she’d even come to the party was now beyond them, other than a lack for something better to do and the staunch refusal to be in the great hall for any longer than they had to be. “ booze is over there,” they waved a hand in the direction of the cups when they saw someone out of the corner of their eye. “ might want to grab some before only the weak stuff is left. ”
OPEN STARTER / room of requirement, sept. 1st, 2021
The Room of Requirement would be the perfect place to throw a party, and Sybill could only wonder what else the room would provide given the amount of students that showed up. There are those that are gyrating towards the center of what could be a make-shift dance floor. There are those that walk purposefully, bumping into her and spilling sticky liquid by her feet. And there are voices — loud, excited, happy. Sybill should have stayed at the fair. She thinks she’s being acknowledged after randomly asking what’s there to do out loud and so she looks at the source of the voice, smile already plastered on her face — a normal reflex when confronted with another person. “Thank you,” and the smile turns bright. “I’m not sure what I would want to drink. What do you recommend? I don’t really do … this.”
❝ are they ⸻ ❞ em had to pause , unsure if they were hearing this right. so far , the fair was exactly what they’d expected it to be : a snoozefest. but the music choices had been positively intriguing , and it had made them wonder who , in merlin’s name , had picked out this set list. ❝ please tell me this isn’t cotton eyed joe i’m hearing right now. ❞ it felt like the final straw for em , and they were ready to find someone who could tell them more about these rumors of a secret party they’d been hearing.
Sybill starts out at the fair. There’s talk of a party and there’s a joke somewhere in there about the ‘seer’ not being able to figure out just where it could be. But this is fun, right? It’s not like she wants to be here, but social gatherings do call for her being somewhat social — or at least enough so that her father doesn’t give her words about it. Her ears pick up on the lyrics after she’s done tuning the music out, and she’s about to comment at the choice when someone beats her to it. “Is that what it’s called,” she asks the other, trying to hide the amused grin from forming on her features. “I’m not quite sure if that’s fair material. What would be the appropriate music for this —,” and with this, she takes an exaggerated look around, “ — amazing reunion.”
╰ ( dilan çiçek deniz. cisfemale. she/her. ) welcome back to hogwarts SYBILL TRELAWNEY! you’re a SIXTH year from RAVENCLAW, right ? i’ve got your school file right here. it says you’re a TWENTY ONE year old HALF-BLOOD, is that correct ? this file even has a personality entry, saying you’re ECCENTRIC & LOYAL as well as OBLIVIOUS & DEFENSIVE. is that why you’ve chosen to JOIN THE ORDER ? would you look at that ! it says here other students also describe you as : smooth glass-made orb with milky swirls, the faint smell of incense smoke, carefully held herbal tea warming cold hands, and disarray of clothing that scatters the floor. how interesting. oh well, see you in class !
BASICS:
NAME: Sybill Patricia Trelawney
GOES BY: Sybill, Sy (pronounced sigh), Patricia (rarely)
PRONOUNS: She / Her
ORIENTATION: Demisexual
ZODIAC SIGNS: Cancer
AGE: 21
YEAR: Sixth
HOUSE: Ravenclaw
BIOGRAPHY:
Everyone knew of Cassandra Trelawney and with each generation passed from her bloodline, they waited for another Seer to be born. Disappointment came each time, and when it came to Sybill’s father, they all but lost hope.
When Sybill was born, her family was already slightly shunned from the rest of the Trelawneys due to her mother’s muggle status. They tried to think of a way to climb back up the proverbial ladder, and it all came to Sybill announcing to her parents that at the age of six, she was able to ‘see things.’ They deemed her as having the second sight, and they paraded that around.
Although, she wasn’t able to come up with visions at whim, her parents pushed her to ‘exaggerate,’ and to play out the fantasies as part of her seeing into the future. They wanted theatrics, drama, the works and because those were the only times it seemed like her parents wanted to have anything to do with her, Sybill obliged.
Her reputation grew in her hometown and even though there were those that doubted, her bloodline is what solidified their beliefs. She had to keep up with the act; she was the Trelawney’s meal-ticket. At times, Sybill would lose herself with the show, and she’d want quiet, but her mother would only look at her in disdain and her father would remind her of how bad they had it back then.
They all but pushed her to go to Hogwarts, reminding their daughter that she still carried the Trelawney reputation. Even in the safety of her school, she had to play the part.
PERSONALITY:
Sybill can get pretty annoying. She’s the definition of too much. She can’t help it; her parents owl her every week to remind her of the role she plays.
Because her parents never really let her have any close friends -- their reasoning being that she would be distracted -- she doesn’t have the social skills to really get sarcasm. This gets her in trouble when her peers are getting irritated with her presence.
When she does get called out, she gets downright defensive.
HEADCANONS:
Those that actually bother to get to know her would know that she prefers the quiet.
She doesn’t like being the spotlight and so her persona is basically a facade for her parent’s sake.
Sybill actually does have the gift but it’s limited.
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