even though she was proclaimed a slytherin, godric’s hollow ( which was often framed as godric gryffindor’s birth place ) was still quite a favorite place of marlene’s to visit. it was quaint, still had that sense of community that the mckinnon child favored since living with five other siblings, and it had a pub that was frequented by many of the town members. now anyone who knew marlene knew she would be found where the alcohol was, as she was a perpetual drinker. despite not having any real problems with it, or an addiction — per say — she did like to socialize while having one or two glasses of gigglewater nearby. so that’s why it was no surprise to her that she’d naturally attract the attention of anyone within the place.
“well , can i get you a shot of fire whiskey or am i going to have to drag you over here to sit next to me?” she chastises the other, a look of suspicion coming across her features as she folds arms and raises an eyebrow. patting the seat aside her with a look of nothing but pure persuasion. biting down on her lip as she waits for an answer, before coming to her own conclusion. “i guess that’ll be a no then. just tell me,” she turns once to pick up her glass and sips it delicately. clearing her throat, before eyes tilt up to look at the other. “to what do i owe the pleasure of your company, hmm?” she questions, brown eyes glistening with inquisitiveness.
when required and properly compensated, sybill would make house calls to particularly persnickety patrons wishing to peer beyond the veil of this world. one of her most prolific patrons resided in godric’s hollow, a sweet little village that reminded her of home. some days she even thought about moving there, away from the bustle and noise and chaos and grime of the city. of course, she knew if she moved here her patron would most likely monopolize all her time and possibly keep her prisoner in his home. and while he was a kind enough wizard and decently wealthy, he simply did not afford enough comfort in his home to entice sybill to allow herself to stay. for merlin’s sake, the man lived absolutely buried under quidditch memorabilia!
but still, the pay was good and the readings were simple - the chudley canons always win and his favorite players have good health - and it broke up the monotony of wizarding london. after her meeting, sybill made her way to the pub, purse pleasantly full and weighty at her hip. entering the premises, she made her way to the bar, careful to come near the striking blonde currently residing there. a sly smile settled on her lips as she slipped onto the stool beside marlene. she gave marlene’s thigh a little push with her knee at her flippant words.
“i find myself in a particularly prosperous position this evening, this round is on me!” she placed her coins on the bar and gestured for two shots of the aforementioned fiery whisky. she held up her glass to her friend, smile beaming now, “to our health and our wealth!” she proclaimed before knocking back her drink in a single fluid motion. wiping the excess from her lip with her thumb, she rested her elbow on the bar, “what brings you out to godric’s hollow, my dear?”
WHEN: JULY 14, 1984
WHERE: FLOREAN FORTESCUE’S ICE CREAM PARLOUR
WHO: OPEN
Dark brows drew together in a mixture of affront and surprise at the witch who brusquely pushed in front of him –– where Sirius had been waiting, patiently, as one does in a queue –– and he turned back toward the person standing just behind him, shooting them an expressive glance with brows now shooting up and eyes wide, as if to say ‘did you just see that?’
AND THEN his lips parted and he actually said it, none too quietly, in the rumbling Yorkshire accent he’d trained himself to speak in after he realized just how mad it would drive Walburga to hear it in her posh and proper household. “Did you just see that? Am I a ghost? Have I descended past the mortal coil and entered ice-cream hell for some reason?” A bit dramatic, really, but could anyone blame him for feeling grumpy about one more body between himself and a cone of double, double, toil and bubblegum sorbet?
Thumbnail firmly between her front teeth and a tapping foot - telltale signs that Sybill was sick of waiting for her ice cream. She couldn’t help the eye roll and disgruntled sigh as someone pushed to the head of the line, muttering something about having somewhere to be. As if the rest of them didn’t have somewhere to be! Sybill had Very Important Plans to sit on the patio and read before she had to work! Truly this wizard was going on her Serve Slow list.
She simply couldn’t resist the call of Sirius Black’s dramatics. Her eyes widened and she placed a hand firmly on his upper arm. “My poor dear, I’m afraid the omens have been unkind to you as of late. Alas, this is yet another mark against you. Truly your life is... getting warmer? Oh by Merlin, oh by the Stars! Yes, yes, I see it! Your core temperature is going to continue to rise and rise... oh no, my dear, this is absolutely the dangerous fate I saw in the cards for you just last week!” She leaned around the rude-queue-disrespecter to the poor young witch working the counter, “Miss, please! Can’t you see my friend here, not only was here first, but is in dire need of cold refreshment?!”
rita enjoyed chaos and she enjoyed wine, though she preferred the latter served somewhere cleaner (to say the least), very few establishments could offer the former quite like the leaky cauldron. positioned clearly at the bar, the patrons only had themselves to blame for whatever storm she was able to cook up concerning them.
tilting her head slightly to gauge the person on her left, rita’s interest piqued. “are you people watching too?” she whispered dramatically, raising her glass to her lips for a delicate sip.
sybill was swept up in the chaos of the seemingly-endless orders being barked at her gracelessly. even worse were the bastards who couldn’t even be bothered to slap a tip down after she refilled their glasses for the fourth, fifth, sixth times. she was flustered and had hardly had a quiet moment the entire night thus far.
finally a moment to breathe, a moment to actually absorb the faces of the patrons at the bar. few things brought a pang to her heart like seeing the faces of her old schoolmates. she had had such high hopes for her life after school and here she was, playing barmaid to a woman she had dormed with. ”haven't had the time yet tonight. been well rita? anything to report?"
open starter
location: Obscurus Books in Diagon Alley
The new term was about to start in a few weeks and Minerva was enjoying her last moments of free time to run a few errands, already feeling busy by preparations of the first day of school. She had just bought herself some potion supplies and was now at the bookshop looking for a manual she had lost during the holidays. Somehow it had completely disappeared from her bookshelf and even her wife had no idea where it went.
As she was looking around the store, she noticed a cover that caught her eye on the shelf of new arrivals. In a bright pink font, Gilderoy Lockhart’s second book was placed.
Memories of the boy flashed in her head and most of them were far from being fond. The boy had been close to a nuisance for the Hogwarts’ whole staff, always seeking attention and unable to reach a stance of modesty, which Minerva had a hard time tolerating. Out of respect she had tried to read his first book but had stopped after a few pages, mostly because it was completely full of shit. With a few steps she reached the shelf, took the new book in hand and turned it around to read the summary.
Somehow, it wasn’t hard to imagine the kind of quality this second copy was about. “How can someone accept to publish that bullshit?” she asked to herself in a whisper, disconcerted, not really paying attention to the bustling around her as she stared at Gilderoy’s dumb smile on the hardcover.
Sybill liked bookstores. She liked books. They were scattered messily, half-read, half-loved around her flat. Obscurus Books was one of her typical haunts when she was too hungover unable to access her inner eye to peddle fortunes to the lunch crowd at the pub. The soft light, the tall shelves... full of corners to catch a quick nap if needed, surrounded by the whisper of pages and the smell of leather. This day, however, was not a napping day. She still had the spins when she closed her eyes.
She was browsing the herb-care aisle when her eye caught on Minerva and her barely-contained disgust as she beheld a truly gaudy book. Sibyll sidled up to the display and couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the cover. Gilderoy Lockhart had been but a little duckling during her time at school. She remembered the young wizard as a true performer. He wanted nothing more than to be loved, desperate to be loved, desperate to be admired. She had been too old to look upon his antics with anything but annoyance at the time, but looking back she smiled fondly. Such an odd boy.
“So lovely that one of our own has become so successful so young, isn’t it professor?” she asked blithely, her smile turning more smirk, eyes twinkling with mischief.
001. smoking : the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.
002. binge drinking : the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.
003. drug abuse : the habitual taking of illegal drugs.
004. nail biting : a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
005. lip biting : a common body language sign of anxiety / tension.
006. night owl : a person who is habitually awake or wakeful at night.
007. early bird : a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time.
008. negative attitudes : a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism.
009. positive attitudes : a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence.
010. swearing : the use of offensive language.
011. superstitious : an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
012. inspecting fingernails : a common body language sign of boredom.
013. scratching your neck : a common body language sign of uncertainty.
014. foot and finger tapping : a common body language sign of stress / impatience.
015. nose touch : a subtle body language sign of deceit.
016. flipping hair : a common body language sign of craving attention.
017. twirling hair : a common body language sign of flirtation.
018. cracking knuckles : a common body language sign of readiness.
019. hands behind back : a common body language sign of confidence.
020. finger pointing : a common body language sign of authority.
021. hands on hips : a common body language sign of readiness.
022. hands in pockets : a common body language sign of mistrust / reluctance.
023. frequent touch : a common body language sign of warmth / familiarity.
024. throat - clearing : a common body language sign of rejection / doubt.
025. jaw - clenching : a common body language sign of hostility.
026. eye - rolling : a common body language sign of irritation.
027. head - tilt : a common body language sign of interest.
028. whistling : to emit high - pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth ; usually to a tune.
029. humming : make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee ; usually to a tune.
030. perfectionism : refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.
031. photographic memory : the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.
032. paranoia : a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self - importance, typically worked into an organized system.
033. exaggeration : a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.
034. intuitive : using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning ; instinctive.
035. quick - witted : showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively.
036. interrupting : breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.
037. doodling : to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.
038. irritable : having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.
039. gambling : to play games of chance for money ; betting.
040. travel - sick : suffering from nausea caused by motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft.
041. sensitive : having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.
042. melancholy : a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.
043. chewing gum : the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing.
044. fidgeting : to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience.
045. skeptical : not easily convinced ; having doubts or reservations.
046. neat - freak : compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.
047. gossiping : divulging personal information about others.
048. prim : feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper ; stiffly correct.
049. abbreviating : giving others nicknames / shortening names / giving pet names.
050. having a catchphrase : having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming / singing to themselves | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
IN CHARACTER JUDGEMENT CALL..
asked someone to marry you ? INNOCENT
kissed one of your friends ? GUILTY
danced on a table in a bar / tavern ? GUILTY
ever told a lie ? GUILTY
had feelings for someone whom you can’t have ? GUILTY
ever kissed someone of the same sex ? GUILTY
kissed a picture ? INNOCENT
slept until 5pm ? GUILTY
fallen asleep at work / school ? GUILTY
held a snake ? INNOCENT
been suspended from school ? INNOCENT
worked at a fast food chain / restaurant ? GUILTY
stolen something ? INNOCENT
been fired from a job ? INNOCENT
done something you regret ? GUILTY
laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose ? INNOCENT
caught a snowflake on your tongue ? GUILTY
kissed in the rain ? GUILTY
sat on a roof top ? GUILTY
kissed someone you shouldn’t ? GUILTY
sang in the shower ? GUILTY
been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on ? INNOCENT
shaved your head ? INNOCENT
slept naked ? GUILTY
made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry ? GUILTY
shot a gun ? INNOCENT
still love someone you shouldn’t ? GUILTY INNOCENT
have / had a tattoo ? INNOCENT
liked someone , but will never tell who ? INNOCENT
been too honest ? GUILTY
ruined a surprise ? GUILTY
been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? GUILTY
still have communication w/ your ex ? INNOCENT
cheated on someone ? INNOCENT
got so angry that you cried ? GUILTY
tried to stay away from someone for their own good ? INNOCENT
had a girlfriend / boyfriend ? GUILTY
gotten totally drunk during a holiday ? GUILTY
BODY LANGUAGE
DEFENSIVENESS
arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE
hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
SUSPICION
arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes
CONFIDENCE
hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo
INSECURITY & ANXIETY
chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer/marker/cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically
ANGER & FRUSTRATION
short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up – defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales
$ financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
✚ medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
✪ class or caste : upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure
✔ education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other
✖ criminal record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet
FAMILY —
◓ marital status : married happily / married unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed
◒ children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent
◑ relationship with family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
◔ affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable
TRAITS + TENDENCIES —
♦ extroverted / introverted / in between
♦ disorganized / organized / in between
♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between
♦ calm / anxious / in between
♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between
♦ cautious / reckless / in between
♦ patient / impatient / in between
♦ outspoken / reserved / in between
♦ leader / follower / in between
♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between
♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between
♦ traditional / modern / in between
♦ hard-working / lazy / in between
♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown
♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown
BELIEFS —
★ faith : monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated
☆ belief in ghosts or spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✮ belief in an afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
✯ belief in reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❃ belief in aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
❀ philosophical : yes / no
SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION —
❤ sexuality : heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual
❥ sex : sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless
♥ romance : romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless
❣ sexually : adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited
⚧ potential sexual partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
⚧ potential romantic partners : male / female / agender / other / none / all
☕ drinking alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
☁ smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
✿ other narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
✌ medicinal drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
☻ indulgent food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
$ splurge spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
♣ gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess
Often mistaken for having a purple or blue glow, those who have indigo soulcolors are serious, confident, and strong willed. They know what they want to achieve and set out to do so. They are often introverted and seek balance, setting a strong moral code for themselves and others.
This type admires respect over adoration. They are often social advocates for those who need it and believe peace can only be achieved when everyone is working together, not just a powerful select few. This makes them powerful enemies but a powerful group of close friends, as their charismatic personality to do what’s right attracts people to them.
Since they are constantly trying to differentiate themselves from blue and violet soulcolors, indigo soulcolors are often less friendly and nurturing on the outside, but on the inside, they’re tender and supportive. They prefer to keep those who break their outer wall closer than most.
Due to their uncompromising sense of justice, the indigo soulcolor often starts arguments that might not need to be started, uprooting things just because they don’t like them or playing “devil’s advocate” when unnecessary. Despite telling others to get over it, they rarely ever do so and hold grudges for a long period of time.
love language - Physical Touch
A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, and thoughtful touches on the arm—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive. Appropriate and timely touches communicate warmth, safety, and love to you.
OSPP Four Temperaments - melancholic
Your temperament is melancholic. The melancholic temperament is fundamentally introverted and thoughtful. Melancholic people often were perceived as very (or overly) pondering and considerate, getting rather worried when they could not be on time for events. Melancholics can be highly creative in activities such as poetry and art - and can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world. Often they are perfectionists. They are self-reliant and independent; one negative part of being a melancholic is that they can get so involved in what they are doing they forget to think of others.
16 personailities - Mediator INFP-T
Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.
Alignment - True Neutral
True Neutral- A true neutral character does what seems to be a good idea. He doesn't feel strongly one way or the other when it comes to good vs. evil or law vs. chaos. Most true neutral characters exhibit a lack of conviction or bias rather than a commitment to neutrality. Such a character thinks of good as better than evil after all, he would rather have good neighbors and rulers than evil ones. Still, he's not personally committed to upholding good in any abstract or universal way. Some true neutral characters, on the other hand, commit themselves philosophically to neutrality. They see good, evil, law, and chaos as prejudices and dangerous extremes. They advocate the middle way of neutrality as the best, most balanced road in the long run. True neutral is the best alignment you can be because it means you act naturally, without prejudice or compulsion. However, true neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it represents apathy, indifference, and a lack of conviction.
Soul Type - Priest
A Priest soul is one whose mission in life is to be a source of inspiration. Priest souls are both inspired and inspiring. They feel driven to stir and arouse others to greater things with their vision of a higher, better way.
The Priest longs to serve the “higher good” (however the individual Priest conceives of that). More than any other soul type, Priests feel a sense of purpose, a calling. Even if they are committed atheists, like the Priest Richard Dawkins, they are nevertheless evangelists for whom atheism is simply a higher truth than religion.
All soul types can manifest positively or negatively in any given moment, as the individual chooses. The negative quality of the Priest is ZEAL, being intensely self-righteous and preachy, trying to convert all to the "right way" whether they like it or not. The positive manifestation is COMPASSION, showing others the way to their own upliftment.
Enneagram - Type 4
Identity seekers, who feel unique and different
The Individualist
People of this personality type tend to build their identities around their perception of themselves as being somehow different or unique; they are thus self-consciously individualistic. Fours tend to see their difference from others as being both a gift and a curse - a gift, because it sets them apart from those they perceive as being somehow "common," and a curse, as it so often seems to separate them from the simpler forms of happiness that others so readily seem to enjoy. Thus, Fours can manage to feel superior to others while also secretly harboring some degree of longing and envy. A feeling of being a member of the "true aristocracy" alternates with deep feelings of shame, and fears of somehow being deeply flawed or defective.
Fours are emotionally complex and highly sensitive. They long to be understood and appreciated for their authentic selves, but easily feel misunderstood and unappreciated. They have a tendency to withdraw in the face of a world that seems harsh or crude, and are often somewhat moody or temperamental. They are emotionally centered and spend much of their lives immersed in their internal mental landscapes, where they feel free to cultivate and analyse their feelings. A desire to manifest this internal world often leads Fours to an interest in the arts, and some do become actual artists. Whether artistic or not, however, most Fours are aesthetically sensitive and concerned with self-expression and self-revelation, whether it be in the clothes they wear or in the overall nature of their often idiosyncratic lifestyles.
Fours are somewhat melancholic by disposition, and under stress tend to lapse into depression. They also tend to be self-absorbed, even under the best of circumstances, but when unbalanced, easily give way to a self-indulgence which they perceive as being fully justified as a way to compensate for the general lack of pleasure they experience in their lives. Rather than look for practical solutions to their difficulties, Fours are prone to fantasizing about a savior who will rescue them from their unhappiness.
zodiac sign : pisces sun (( she is compassionate and sentimental. She likes isolated occupations: administration, archives, history. Spirit of self-sacrifice.
she has tendency to be led astray, lack of experience or inability to apply experience practically. lethargy, over-sensitivity, and emotionalism. ))
// cancer rising
// aquarius moon (( she is sociable, intelligent, and lucid. thanks to great sociability, she has many friends. she is modern, original, inventive, non-conformist, and is likely to bring new life to everything she does.
she is eccentric with sharp mood swings. complex love life. ))
orientation : bisexual//biromantic//bad at romance
marital status : divorced
occupation : barmaid/charlatan Seer
ministry file .
blood status : half-blood
languages spoken : english
alma mater : school, house, year of completion of studies.
academical accomplishments : slug club reject; herbology club member; ravenclaw chess champion 1971
n.e.w.t.’s : charms - e; herbology - o; divination - o; potions - a; ancient runes - a
wand : hazel and unicorn hair, 9½ inches, very flexible; squared at the handle
amortentia : fresh sea air; coffee grounds; scones right out of the oven
boggart : he who must not be named staring pointing laughing killing me
patronus : sybill is unable to make a corporeal patronus
affiliations : neutral
known relations : father - Mr. Arthur Trelawney; mother - Mrs. Florence Trelawney; ex-husband - Mr. Bertolais Higglebottom
appearance .
faceclaim : emmy rossum
hair colour / style : brown / messy curls
eye colour / shape : brown / wide, wet looking
height : 5′8″ / 172 cm
build : willowy
recognizable markings : a distant and longing gaze
ϟ ━ was that SYBILL TRELAWNEY around the leaky cauldron ? SHE disapparated before i could approach them ! what a pity, for they are CHARMING and INTUITIVE but maybe it’s best to keep my distance because they are also DRAMATIC and SELFISH. i remember they were a RAVENCLAW back in school but have since made a name for themselves as a BARMAID/FREELANCE PSYCHIC. rumor has it their stance on this alleged war is with NEUTRAL, which may explain why they remind me of HANDS CHAPPED FROM BEING OUTSIDE TOO LONG, FINGER TIPS STAINED WITH MUD; A CUP OF COFFEE TOO STRONG TO DRINK WITHOUT WHISKEY; A KISS, NOT FOR LOVE, BUT FOR THE POWER THAT EXISTS BETWEEN TWO MAGIC FOLK; BRUISES ON YOUR NECK AND A TWINKLE IN YOUR EYE. ( cis female / emmy rossum / 28 / half-blood on the down low )
((hi hi, i’m mel! here is my love syb! she is semi-recently divorced and deathly afraid of intimacy. i look forward to writing with all of you~))
1 - childhood; sybill grew up in a little village in cornwall. her father was unavailable, her grandmother disappointed, but her mother was warm. she couldn't understand how much of a disappointment her child was. she simply saw her child. brown curls and a shy smile, just like her. she taught sibyll to make scones the muggle way and smeared flour on her nose and giggled when sybill dropped the mixing bowl, a great cloud of ingredients puffing from the floor to cover them both with a fine dust. she kissed the top of her head and got the broom - her grandmother from the other room scoffed in disgust watching her grandchild use such primitive methods. sibyll loved the primitive methods. her gift would not manifest until her teens, so for much of these early days she was left to her mother's tutelage. she tended the garden with her own hands and fed the goats with her own hands and mopped the floors and folded the laundry and made tea with her own hands. in the privacy of her flat, she still does.
2 - school; she was odd odd odd. more rustic than she had realized. she had never been to london until it was time to get her school supplies and she had never been so frightened of the world. so many people chattering and chittering and pushing and touching and and and clogging up the streets. the air smelled strange, too many competing scents to identify where or what they were. she got her wand - //hazel and unicorn hair, 9½ inches, very flexible// - and a little tabby kitten. her mother was at home for this shopping trip, grandmother and father insisted she not come, and sybill knew the kitten was her father's silent way of apologizing. mother was there to send her off on the train and sybill cried cried cried much to grandmother's exasperation. her mother kissed the top of her head and told her to be brave. but sybill wasn't brave in the early years. she was soft and afraid and lonely. her little tabby - pounce - was her only friend in the beginning. she was good at charms and herbology and bad at transfiguration. in her later school years she found a passion for potions. she made friends slowly but held to them fiercely, perhaps too fiercely. she was always afraid she loved them more than they loved her. she envied the purebloods and their wealth and security and wanted nothing more than to be one of them glittering, cold, and safe.
3 - summers; when she was thirteen she got her cycle and her Sight. womanhood, magic, power all became linked to pain in her mind. she could not be strong without suffering. grandmother monopolized her time after this. she learned the runes, the cards, the tea leaves, the crystal ball. she learned how to force her Sight and she learned how to tell someone what they wanted to hear. her father finally smiled and ruffled her hair each time she saw him. she was finally the Trelawney the family had wanted, desperately needed. she was to be the one to bring their family back from obscurity. her mother still made her scones but she was no longer allowed to help. she stood on the cliffs and cried when her vision of pounce being taken by a hawk came true. she could see what would come to pass and she was powerless to stop it. she thought of cassandra - her great-great grandmother so powerful and proud - and cassandra - chosen prophet of apollo, cursed to know what would come but always disbelieved. she wondered if she would See troy fall and have her warning cries go unanswered.
4 - marriage; when she left school she met a man. he was tall and his hands were broad as his chest and his laugh cracked like thunder. he could pick her up with one arm and make her feel like a child. he was a wizard of little renown or fortune but he had eyes like the stormy sea that battered the cliffs near her home. his name was bertolais higglebottom and she loved him as fiercely as she hated his name. they were together seven years before she woke with a ring on her finger and a cup of tea made just right and bertolais's face hopeful and afraid smiling at her. she kissed him hard and spilled the tea and shattered the delicate china and they laughed and she pulled him back into their bed. the wedding was small and lovely. the marriage was less so. it was only six months before that fight that would tear them asunder. he asked if she had filed her paperwork and she had laughed, not like before, but full of venom. she would never file that paperwork and she would never be known as higglebottom. she was Trelawney through and through and she would never dirty herself with such a base name as higglebottom. his eyes grew darker, his shame and disappointment roiling in him more violent than any storm. she was selfish she was flighty she was fickle. he gave her a ring and a home and every galleon he had earned and she could only give him scorn and sex. he did not want to shout but he did anyway. seven years of being pushed aside for her ego and ambitions and comfort and he couldn't stop shouting. he had given her everything and if she couldn't give him this, she could leave his ring and leave his house. her face was pinched and red and drenched in tears and she threw the ring at him and shoved clothes into a bag and stormed out the door that night.
5 - now; three years alone, three years alone, three years alone. each day feels the same as the last. her flat is small and crowded with pots of herbs and two big grey tabbies - prince and pariah - keep watch over the bugs and empty bottles while she is gone. she is a barmaid at the leaky cauldron and sometimes at the hogshead if they need a hand on her nights off. she spends days smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee with whiskey in the corner of the leaky cauldron trying to look equal parts mysterious and approachable. some days she has her crystal ball, some days her runes or tarot cards. she peddles fortunes for knuts and sickles. sometimes she gets a galleon out of a particularly vulnerable lovestruck rube. a sense of dread constantly tugs on the back of her mind. some days she walks knockturn alley and sits with her tools in the white wyvern and on these days she takes extra care with her appearance, hoping to attract a wealthy patron to keep her safe in a gilded cage. when she works at the bar, she often leaves with someone just passing through town. she never brings them home - too much trouble to get an unwanted guest to leave in the harshness of morning. she prefers to skulk home in the pre-dawn light, alone and empty. more and more often on these walks she sees that mark in the sky and the tug of dread in her skull turns to fear so strong she knows she will go mad if this continues. she hears of the impending potter-evans wedding and she drags her cigarette til it burns her fingers and knows she will crash that wedding and spend a night soaking in marital bliss she she now knows she will never have again. she cries into the heels of her hands and her tabbies wind their way around her ankles. her plants glisten with dew and a cool breeze dances through her sheer curtains. the nights alone are too peaceful, the world indifferent to the suffering that is and will come. she thinks of cassandras and cliff sides and her foolish mother and she weeps.
“My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my inner eye.”
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