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Sybill’s reaction to when she and Rhys got the keys to their house.
Memes
Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.
Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.
Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience.
Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra.
Home: I’ll write our characters living together.
Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together.
Prank: I’ll write our characters pulling pranks on each other.
Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa
Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa
Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm.
Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa
Drink: I’ll write our characters drinking together
Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game.
Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love.
Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other.
Hate: I’ll write our character’s hating each other.
Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa
Old: I’ll write our characters growing old together
Song: I’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments.
Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child.
Poem: I’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa
Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa
Trelawney Scrapbook [Headcanon]
When Cassandra Trelawney turned 17 years old, her mother decided to throw a coming out party. They crowned Cassandra as a princess and presented her with a book that contained the account of the Oracle of Delphi.
Sybill adores this picture of her great-great Grandmother and keeps a copy of it by her bed.
Cassandra Trelawney
Headcanon: Sybill’s Childhood Home (with her Parents)
When Sybill didn’t live with her grandmother Hecuba, she lived with her parents in a small house outside of Hogsmeade. Ever the colorful decorators, the Trelawney family loved to use plenty of colors in their home. Most of the furniture is antique, passed down from Cassandra Trelawney’s estate, and was at one time valuable, although some has fallen into disarray.
Sybill loves her childhood home very dearly, and finds peace in her childhood bedroom.
Headcanon: Sybill’s Summer Childhood Home
During the summer months, Sybill would live with her grandmother, Hecuba, in Hecuba’s traditional Vardo wagon. Although the Trelawneys are not Romani, Hecuba bought a vardo in order to make her fortune telling seem more “novel” to muggles. For many years, Hecuba would travel in the vardo to different towns and offer to read young girls’ tea leaves and palms in order to tell who they would marry.
During the summer months, Sybill learned how to work a room and how to sell her gifts--although Sybill stubbornly refuses to sell herself as a sham or novelty, like her grandmother Hecuba does.
Open || Sybill & ?
To say Cygnus was surprised that she had accepted his offer would be an understatement. But it was a pleasant shock and it filled his chest with undeniable excitement - the sort of feeling he hadn’t experienced in weeks. There were only a very tiny handful of people that could disarm his usual irritation, and she had just entered into that group. Automatically he had felt compelled to be around her, to continue speaking with her in a more casual setting than a potions shop, and was purely happy to be allowed that opportunity. It was a rare moment for Cygnus, one he was almost afraid of losing.
With a relaxed smile, Cygnus held out his arm to her and led her down the avenue in silence until they reached their destination. It was almost relieving to find the place nearly empty, save for a few witches in the corner speaking quietly over pastries, and he directed Sybill towards the table nearest the window. It was plastered with advertisements, from local concerts to lessons for every hobby imaginable. He had, for quite some time, shown up to that particular cafe with just the intention of reading through every, single forgotten poster. “This place has books in the back.” He said after a moment, pointing to the darkened corridor near the back of the cafe. It was lined with shelves covered in dusty novels and surrounded by plush armchairs. Sleeping on a few of them were the cats that belonged to the shop owner.
“If you don’t like this place, we can certainly go elsewhere. I always admire how cozy it is, though. And they have the best peppermint tea in the world, that’s not even exaggeration.” He couldn’t control his mouth, couldn’t stop the way his hands moved in excitement. It wasn’t everyday that Cygnus Black felt completely judgement free.
Sybill smiled widely at her companion and chuckled. “This is the perfect place. Very unique and it feels like my best mate’s home--welcoming and plenty of books.” At Cygnus’s comment about books in the back, Sybill’s gaze shot towards the corridor. Her fingers twitched with the need to grab one of the dusty tomes and begin skimming through, perhaps taking a dive if the book caught her attention.
“This is probably my new favorite shop in the world,” Sybill said. She took a seat at the table near the window, and she sighed contently as she settled into the push chair. She attempted to call to a cat, who--as most cats seemed to do--sensed that Sybill was a cat person and promptly turned its back on her. Typical.
A barista came from behind the counter, approaching Sybill and Cygnus’s table with a friendly smile. “What may I get you all today?” The blonde asked. Sybill jumped in just as the blonde witch finished her question, asking for two cups of peppermint tea. With yet another smile, the witch vanished to fetch their order.
“So, Master Cygnus, how did you even discover this wondrous place anyway? It’s so... peaceful.” Yes, that would be the right word to describe this nook of amazing tea and even more superb books.
“I bet there’s plenty of unusual novels here just waiting for someone to take them home.” The way Sybill described books sounded reminiscent of the way some talked about strays; they all needed homes, if you had a big enough heart to accommodate them.
Carefree & Careless || Open
June 20th 9:48 pm
Another shot, another shot. All she needed was another shot, and everything would be okay.
That’s what Sybill told herself, anyhow.
Ever since the night at Piccadilly Circus, Sybill had felt the overwhelming need to drink, to forget, to jump into the night life in a way she never had before. Rhys was away--yet again--and Sybill couldn’t stand the silence any longer. She couldn’t keep sitting in the quiet house, as warm and as welcoming as a tomb. Why should Rhys go explore and see the world? Once, Sybill had traveled to several countries with her Aunt Hesione and cousin Penny; that had all changed after becoming engaged to Rhys.
He holds me back, Sybill grumbled to herself. He doesn’t let me have any fun.
Which is why she’d sought the anonymous companionship of a crowded club and liquor’s warm embrace. She twirled through the groups of people, knocking into them carelessly and only acknowledging her blunder with a wide smile and a batting of eyelashes.
She slunk through the crowd, towards the ladies’ room, bursting in to see a group of girls gathering around the sink, passing around a fat roll. Intrigued, Sybill joined the group, inclining her head at the girls. “Care to let a girl take a hit?” Sybill giggled like a school girl. “I’ll buy the next round.” The witch holding the joint grinned lazily, and blew sickly sweet smoke towards Sybill’s face.
“Sure, honey. Take a puff.”
Sybill didn’t bother to tell the strangers that this was her first time smoking; why bother? These girls wouldn’t care; they’d left all of their cares elsewhere, content to spend the night in a state of bliss. The Seer took a drag and somehow managed not to choke, before taking at least five more. She laughed at the absurdity of the situation: taking hits in a bathroom with strangers. What would Rhys say?
Fuck Rhys.
The Seer went back out to the delightful chaos of the club, letting the music drown out her thoughts, and strolled to the dance floor, swaying to the beat and to her own internal songs. She brushed up against yet another stranger, but this time, the person didn’t shy away; they danced with her, in sync and tantalizingly close. Sybill squinted, trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger’s face.
“You’re just what I needed,” Sybill said.
Shh
Shh:Three things I wouldn’t want my parents to know
Oh Merlin, that list could go on forever...
When I was a lot younger, I resented my father for pushing me into the family business.
There were times when I wanted to replace my mother with my great-grandmother Cassandra... I could’ve learned so much more.
Rhys and I had sex on their bed when we were seventeen. They were downstairs in the kitchen making dinner.
blab
I don’t know if I want children.
I’m afraid that I’m not brave enough.
There’s times when I wonder if my Second Sight is real.